| Song | Soup Song |
| Artist | Robert Wyatt |
| Album | Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There's a mushroom on my eyelid | |
| There's a carrot down my back | |
| I can see in the distance | |
| A vast quantity of beans | |
| To you I'm just a flavour | |
| To make your stew taste nice | |
| Oh my god, here come the onions | |
| And – I don't believe it! – at least a pound of rice | |
| There was a time when bacon sandwiches | |
| Were everyone's favourite snack | |
| I'm delicious when I'm crunchy | |
| Even when I'm almost black | |
| So why you make a soup with me | |
| I just can't understand | |
| It seems so bloody tasteless | |
| Not to mention underhand | |
| Now there's no hope of getting out of here | |
| I can feel I'm going soft | |
| Dirty waters soak my fibres | |
| The whole saucepan's getting hot | |
| So I may as well resign myself | |
| Make friends with a few peas | |
| But I just, I can't help hoping | |
| That a tummy ache will bring you to your knees | |
| Bring you to your knees | |
| Bring you to your knees | |
| Bring you to your knees | |
| (repeat to fade) |
| There' s a mushroom on my eyelid | |
| There' s a carrot down my back | |
| I can see in the distance | |
| A vast quantity of beans | |
| To you I' m just a flavour | |
| To make your stew taste nice | |
| Oh my god, here come the onions | |
| And I don' t believe it! at least a pound of rice | |
| There was a time when bacon sandwiches | |
| Were everyone' s favourite snack | |
| I' m delicious when I' m crunchy | |
| Even when I' m almost black | |
| So why you make a soup with me | |
| I just can' t understand | |
| It seems so bloody tasteless | |
| Not to mention underhand | |
| Now there' s no hope of getting out of here | |
| I can feel I' m going soft | |
| Dirty waters soak my fibres | |
| The whole saucepan' s getting hot | |
| So I may as well resign myself | |
| Make friends with a few peas | |
| But I just, I can' t help hoping | |
| That a tummy ache will bring you to your knees | |
| Bring you to your knees | |
| Bring you to your knees | |
| Bring you to your knees | |
| repeat to fade |
| There' s a mushroom on my eyelid | |
| There' s a carrot down my back | |
| I can see in the distance | |
| A vast quantity of beans | |
| To you I' m just a flavour | |
| To make your stew taste nice | |
| Oh my god, here come the onions | |
| And I don' t believe it! at least a pound of rice | |
| There was a time when bacon sandwiches | |
| Were everyone' s favourite snack | |
| I' m delicious when I' m crunchy | |
| Even when I' m almost black | |
| So why you make a soup with me | |
| I just can' t understand | |
| It seems so bloody tasteless | |
| Not to mention underhand | |
| Now there' s no hope of getting out of here | |
| I can feel I' m going soft | |
| Dirty waters soak my fibres | |
| The whole saucepan' s getting hot | |
| So I may as well resign myself | |
| Make friends with a few peas | |
| But I just, I can' t help hoping | |
| That a tummy ache will bring you to your knees | |
| Bring you to your knees | |
| Bring you to your knees | |
| Bring you to your knees | |
| repeat to fade |