Three..four
Well now barefoot on the banks
Of a muddy man-made lake
Grandma danced with spiders
And grandpa wrangeld snakes
Well we'd all go out and see 'em
'nd check in from time to time
Out there West of Heaven
Near that Texas state line
And we'd say hey (hey, hey)
What chu got cookin?
And they'd say (say, say)
Frog Eyed Puddin
Well Now grandma'd snap those peas
She'd mix 'em up in honey
Add sassafras and apple seeds
'Cause Grandpa liked it crunchy
We couldn't eat it for the flavor
It kept us healthy, wealthy, and wise
Hard to sit and savor but it'd sure stick to your knife
And we'd say hey (hey, hey)
What chu got cookin?
And they'd say (say, say)
Frog Eyed Puddin
Well now folks I'm here to tell ya
That to this very day
Still eat my peas with a knife
There just ain't no other way
Well those maitre d's seemed puzzled
Look at me kinda funny
Cause every time I order
Well I get a side of honey
Hey (hey, hey)
What chu got cookin?
Hey (hey, hey)
Frog Eyed Puddin'