Is it worth waiting for, if we live till eighty-four
All we ever get is gruel. Every day we say a prayer/gruel
Will they change the bill of fare? Still we get the same old
There's not a crust, not a crumb can we find, can we beg
Can we borrow or cadge
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imagine
Food, glorious food, hot sausage and mustard
While we're in the mood, cold jelly and custard
Peace pudding and saveloys, what next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it boys, indigestion
Food, glorious food, we're anxious to try it
Three banquets a day, our favourite diet
Just picture a great big steak, fried, roasted or stewed
Oh, food, wonderful food, marvelous food, glorious food
Food, glorious food, what is there more handsome?
Gulped, swallowed or chewed, still it's worth a king's ransom
What is it we dream about, what brings on a sigh?
Piled peaches and cream about six feet high
Food, glorious food, eat right through the menu
Just loosen your belt, two inches and then you
Work up a new appetite, this interlude
Then food, once again, food, fabulous food
Food, glorious food, don't care what it looks like
Burned, under done, crude, don't care what it cooks like
Just thinking of growing fat, sets our senses reeling
One moment of knowing that full up feeling
Food, glorious food, what wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more, that's all that we live for
Why should we be fated to do nothing but brood
On food, magical food, wonderful food, marvelous food