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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Avalanches
The Avalanches
Keyboards
Robbie Chater
Robbie Chater
Programming
Tony Di Blasi
Tony Di Blasi
Programming
Biz Markie
Biz Markie
Vocals
Jean-Michel Bernard
Jean-Michel Bernard
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Di Blasi
Tony Di Blasi
Composer
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Songwriter
John Lennon
John Lennon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robbie Chater
Robbie Chater
Producer
Tony Espie
Tony Espie
Mixing Engineer
Aaron Dobos
Aaron Dobos
Engineer
Matthew Neighbour
Matthew Neighbour
Engineer
Michael O'Connell
Michael O'Connell
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Robert Frazier
Robert Frazier
Engineer

Lyrics

Once upon a time, I was a noisy eater I'm hungry, I want something to eat Something with a crunch and very sweet Just woke up so you know the scenario I'm craving cereal like Cheerios Maybe frosted flakes, I might munch But what popped in my mind is Captain Crunch So I went to the kitchen to freak my choice In my stomach I heard a voice It said: "Please feed me, my tank is on empty I'm seeing things, so please don't tempt me" So I said "okay", and got my bowl Got my milk and cereal, made sure it was cold Sat down at the table and said my grace Because I knew what was about to take place "Yum yum, eat 'em up", my belly said The crunches so loud everybody jumped out they bed! Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly He got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy roller, he's got Did you ever know a noisy eater? Now it's lunchtime, and I'm hungry again I don't know where I should begin Maybe I'll get some super salmon, mmm that's good I don't want no chicken, it tastes like wood But I have to have some chips, ones that crunch So you can hear me go 'munch, munch, munch' Some old lady tapped me on the shoulder out of a crowd And said "Quiet down Biz, you munching too loud!" Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly He got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy roller, he's got Well excuse me, um, um, well excuse me, um Well excuse me, um, um, well excuse me Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly He got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy roller, he's got... Quiet down Biz, you munching too loud! Mmm, that's good! They all thought I had stopped And where's the gravy? No matter!
Writer(s): John Lennon, Emandu Wilcox, John Manuel Martinez, Paul Mccartney, Rahsaan Lamarr Jackson, Marcel Hall, Anthony Di Blasi, Robert Chater, Trevant Jermaine Hardson, Derrick Stewart, Romye Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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