Is it worth the waiting for
If we live 'til eighty-four
All we ever get is gruel
Every day we say a 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
Pease 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 favorite diet
Just picture a great big steak
Fried, roasted, or stewed
Oh, food
Magical food
Wonderful food
Marvelous food
What we wouldn't give for
That extra bit more
That's all we live for
Why should we be fated to do
Nothing but brood on food
Magical food
Wonderful food
Marvelous food
Beautiful food
Food, glorious food
Glorious food