Gopher guts

OK, I get fascinated by how songs like this differ from place to place and person to person. So...put in the lyrics of the version of the gopher guts song you heard as a kid, if at all.

Mine:

"Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts, mutilated monkey meats, chopped up baby parakeets, french fried eyeballs swimming in a pool of blood and I forgot my spoon, oh shucks!"

"Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts, mutilated moneys meat, little birdys dirty deeds... great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts... I made it just for you.

Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts, mutilated moneys meat, little birdys dirty deeds... all mixed up with all purpose porpoise puss... and I forgot my spoon... but I brought my strawwwwwwwwwww.... *slurp*"

Yours is very different, and ours never had two verses. :)

That's the one I always heard on Dr. Demento. :)

Great green gobs of greasy grimey gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, little birdy's dirty feet.
Great green gobs of greasy grimey gopher guts, and I forgot my spoon.

*hates Dr Demento*

Ummm. Well, there's a first. why?

not so much the songs as the guy, he just irritates me.

Ohh... yeah, I could see that. *nods*

I have that mp3. They play it on Dr. Demento. :)

Forty pounds of greasy grimey gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, little dirty birdy feed (alt: chopped-up baby parakeet)

French friend eye-balls rolling in a pool of mud (alt: doggy doo), but I forgot my fork, so they gave me:

scab sandwich, pus on top.  Eagle eye-balls and camel snot, all these things went into the pot, so they gave me puke with sugar on top.

I grew up with him and his radio show. :)  If it wasn't for him, Where would Weird Al be? (and grew up, I mean from around the late 70s)

He's the reason I have my love for parodies or old, obscure music (that my poor parents had to put up with when I was a kid). *g*

He also plays the arrogant worms as well. :)

I can only listen to him on Internet Radio. He hasn't been played in Buffalo since 1992 - radio stations here are too cheap to pick up syndicated radio shows.

I feel like I'm in girl scouts again! =D

I'd also like to mention that the same school at which I learned this little ditty was recently listed number 15 on the top 100 public schools in the country.  (well, the jr-sr. high school was.  I learned this in elementary school.  but still...)