Poisoned by Food by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics

Here it comes again - that same old invitation:
Table set for ten - use your imagination!
Oysters, lobsters, quails and frogs, sir
Stilton, partridge - loaded cartridge!
Oysters, lobsters, have another dog, sir
Garlic, dog-breath - this means slow death
Poisoned by food - You better think it out
Poisoned by food - You better work it out
Poisoned by food - You better sort it out
Poisoned by food - You better spit it out!
Here it comes again - that same old funny feeling
Sure to disgust your friends, because there's no concealing:
Poisoned by food - You better think it out
Poisoned by food - You better sort it out
Poisoned by food - You better work it out
Poisoned by food - You better spit it out!

Born to be fried!
Born to be fried! Yeccch!

Here it comes again - that same unwholesome feeling
You just stuff yourself, now you've got trouble breathing
Poisoned by food - You better think it out
Poisoned by food - You better sort it out
Poisoned by food - You better work it out
Poisoned by food - You better spit it out!
Don't swallow it, just spit it out
Oh, you're not that kind of guy - you just don't want to die
You just like eating, just like eating - it's just like eating
Aw, you better spit it out