Food of You
(Al Jolson enters stage right. Violins set a tone of subdued yearning)
Is that sauce
On your thigh?
Are your cupfuls really that high?
Oh, I'd like to make food
Of you,We are here,
Just to spoon
On a summer sheet, under the moon
And I'd like to make food
Of you!I don't know if it needs pepper
Or if a little oil would do!
With a small
Dose of heat
Comes the fragrance of simmering meat
And we both come completely
Unglued!And I'd like to make food
Of you!