From the recording Cravin' Carbs
Winter in Alaska brings on the hibernation urge, which includes a tendency to eat like there's no tomorrow.
Lyrics
© 2010 Hurricane Dave (BMI)
When it starts getting dark in the winter
When the sun shines just a few hours
I start storing up food for the long haul
Lloading up on cornmeal and flour
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
After a summer dining on seafood
And fresh vegetables from the Mat-Su
I start shoveling starch in as fast as I can
I’ll be big enough to put in the zoo
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
They’re queued up five deep at the bakery
The doughnut supply’s getting low
There’s a run on fritters at Dusty’s
I can’t get enough sourdough
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
Keep your steak; I just want potatoes
Mashed, baked, skins or au gratin
Hook me up with home fries and hash browns
Those spuds have no chance to get rotten
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
Pancakes and waffles and Kaiser rolls
Pasta and couscous and buns
Triscuits, biscuits, biscottis
By Christmas I’ll weigh a ton
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
They’re queued up five deep at the bakery
The doughnut supply’s getting low
There’s a run on fritters at Dusty’s
I can’t get enough sourdough
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
Lasagna, ravioli, canolli
Refries and tortilla chips
Piled high and buried in guacamole
Northern winter’s expanding my hips
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
I sneak out to Leroy’s Diner
For a big bowl of chili and beans
Or a humongous slab of meatloaf
Oops, I popped the snaps off my jeans
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
They’re queued up five deep at the bakery
The doughnut supply’s getting low
There’s a run on fritters at Dusty’s
I can’t get enough sourdough
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
I’m cravin’ carbs, baby, I’m cravin’ carbs
(Recitation) Hey baby, you want to pass me that big platter of peanut butter cookies you just popped out of the oven? Mmm, they smell so good. What do you mean we’re all out of strawberry shortcake? I see the strawberries in there, baby. I don’t want them; I just want the shortcake. Hey, is that a bag of Cheetos I see over there in the corner? Oh, I’ll just finish those off instead. Mmm, oh yeah. I’m cravin’ carbs…