Is it worth the waiting for? If we live 'til eighty four All we ever get is gruel Every day we say our prayer Will they change the bill of fare? Still we get the same old gruel! 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! Peas, pudding and saveloys! What next is the question? Rich gentlemen have it, boys In-di-gestion! 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 Marvellous food Glorious food Food, glorious food! What is there more handsome? Gulped, swallowed or chewed -- Still worth a king's ransom! What is it we dream about? What brings on a sigh? Piled peaches and cream, about ...