Snack Attack Lyrics - Godley And Creme

Midnight Saturday sat in the dark 

watching the ceiling falling apart 

the air-conditioner's been busted for weeks 

so the smell of cooking seeps through the floor 

I can't eat no more 

They want me to be as light as a feather 

so the Doctor's wired my jaws together 

now I'm locked in the bedroom away from the food 

so I lie on my back in the dark in the nude 

I can't eat no more 

I got to use a straw 

But if the Devil dragged me down to the kitchen 

I wouldn't put up a fight 

I'd gladly sign away my soul 

for a T-bone steak tonight 

I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac 

I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack 

a stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack 

just call me Jack Kerouac 

click-clack open up the hatchback 

I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack 

pattacake, pattacake Big Mac 

good God it's a snack attack 

Gimme sausage, egg and beans and chips 

milkshakes, clambakes, fondue & dips 

and sauces, horses, 17 courses 

of barbequed beef with asparagus tips 

rashers of bacon, bagels and lox 

and tandoori prawns and a box of chocs 

spaghetti with mussels, palma hams 

& deep frozen waffles with syrup & jams 

My willpower's gone I'm down on my knees 

praying to the God of cottage cheese 

it's no good trying I'll never beat it 

`cos if it moves I'll eat it 

So undo my trousers, let out the slack 

who cares it's a snack attack 

it's a snack attack 

I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac 

I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack 

a stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack 

just call me Jack Kerouac 

click-clack open up the hatchback 

I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack 

pattacake, pattacake Big Mac 

good God it's a snack attack 

it's a snack attack 

it's a snack attack 

it's a snack attack 

My father was a gents outfitter 

my mother went crazy, they had to commit her 

they used to tell me don't be a quitter 

but I know deep down I'm the runt of the litter 

I can't eat no more 

I gotta use a straw 

How do you take an overdose 

or even pretend to do it 

when the last straw is the one in your mouth 

and you can't suck sleepers through it 

I can't eat no more 

I gotta use a straw 

But if the Devil took me to Mexico 

to taste his guacamole 

I'd gladly sign my name in blood 

and give him the keys to my soul 

because I can't eat no more 

I can't eat no more 

I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac 

I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack 

a stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack 

just call me Jack Kerouac 

click-clack open up the hatchback 

I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack 

pattacake, pattacake Big Mac 

good God it's a snack attack 

it's a snack attack 

it's a snack attack 

I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac 

I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack 

a stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack 

just call me Jack Kerouac 

click-clack open up the hatchback 

I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack 

pattacake, pattacake Big Mac 

good God it's a snack attack 

it's a snack attack 

Midnight Sunday asleep on the floor 

curled up in the corner can't take no more 

Armies of food invade my sleep 

led by lasagnas ten inches deep 

My head is pounding my heart is beating 

cows are mooing sheep are bleating 

I'm being haunted by all the meat I've eaten 

and then a burglar alarm goes off in my head 

and I wake up screaming am I dead or alive 

and the clock says five 

it's only five in the morning 

I'm covered in sweat 

am I hungry? you bet! 

Cold turkey's what I'm going through 

cold turkey's what I need 

but they hung a sign on my appetite 

saying "Danger Do Not Feed" 

I can't eat no more 

I got to use a straw 

I can't eat no more 

I can't eat no more 

And they've even taken away 

the pictures of food I had on my wall 

and my treasured collection of menus 

they screwed up into a ball 

in front of my face they flicked it 

out of the window into the night 

but they'll never unscramble the combination 

they'll never get it right 

now if they made a feature film 

that featured only food 

I'd wallow in the crowd scenes 

while the rest of the audience booed 

and if I got myself a video 

I could satisfy the need 

I could check out the action frame by frame 

and watch the calories breed 

but I can't eat no more 

I got to use a straw 

I can't eat no more 

I can't eat no more 

I got to use a straw 

I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac 

I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack 

a stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack 

just call me Jack Kerouac 

click-clack open up the hatchback 

I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack 

pattacake, pattacake Big Mac 

good God it's a snack attack 

it's a snack attack 

I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac 

I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack 

a stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack 

just call me Jack Kerouac 

click-clack open up the hatchback 

I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack 

pattacake, pattacake Big Mac 

good God it's a snack attack 

it's a snack attack