Gruts for Tea Lyrics & Tabs by Ivor Cutler
Gruts for Tea
guitar chords lyrics
‘Hello, Billy, teatime!
Gruts for tea! – Billy!
Billy!
Come on, son.
Gruts for tea!
Fresh gruts!'
‘Oh, I don't want gruts for tea, Daddy.'
‘What?
I went out specially and got them for you.'
‘Aw, but Daddy, we had gruts yesterday.'
‘Look, son, I walked seven miles to the Hi8h Wood to get you gruts.
That's fourteen miles in all, counting the journey back, and you don't want gruts?
I fried them for you.
Fried gruts – mm – I fried them in butter.'
‘I don't want them, Daddy.
I fried them for you.
Fried gruts – mm – I fried them in butter.'
‘I don't want them, Daddy.
Daddy, we've had gruts for three years now.
I'm fed up with gruts.
I don't want them any more.
Daddy, can't we have something else for tea?'
‘Oh, son!
Gruts!
They're lovely.'gruts
‘Daddy, I don't want gruts any more.
I hate gruts.
I detest them.
I have them every day and they're always fried in buffer.
Can't you think of another way of cooking gruts?
There's hundreds of ways of cooking gruts: boil them or bake them or stew them or braise them – but every day – fried gruts. "
Billy, come in for tea.
Fried gruts.
I've walked fourteen miles.
Seven miles to the High Wood and back." Three years of gruts.
Look what it's done to me, Daddy!
Come here!
Come here into the bedroom and look at ourselves in the mirror, you and me.
Now, look at that!'
‘Yes.
I see what you mean.
Son, let's not waste these gruts.
Tomorrow I'll go to the High Wood and get something else.'
‘Look, Daddy, you've been saying this for three years now.
Every day we have this same thing.
I take you to the mirror and you say we'll have something else for tea.
What else is there in the High Wood besides gruts?'
‘Well, there's leaves, bark, grass, and leaves.
Gruts are really the best.
You must admit it.'
‘Yes, Daddy, I admit it.
Gruts are really the best, but I don't want them.
I hate them.
I detest them.
In fact I'm going' to take this panful of gruts and throw them out.'
‘Oh, don't do that!
Don't throw them out for goodness' sake!
You'll poison the dog!'
