Whole Wheat Woman

“This is a song dedicated to romance and good nutrition.”

-Typical introduction at live gigs


Seen a lotta white bread,
A lotta mayonnaise too,
As I travel across this old
Red, white and blue.
It gets hard to digest,
My poor constitution hasn’t a clue.
I need a whole wheat woman,
Clean my system out through and through.

She’s built close to the ground
And she’s sodium free,
But she’s the salt of the earth –
She’s macroelementary.
And she smiles like the sphinx
Underneath the eucalyptus tree.
That whole wheat woman,
Is the heart and soul of mystery.

Chorus:
And I said whole.
I said whole.
Whole Wheat Woman.

She don’t live by the cross,
She don’t die by the sword;
She don’t take no advice,
Because she’s easily bored.
But she’s a home remedy –
I’m bedridden ’til my health is restored.
That’s why I’m livin’ in a land,
Where the whole wheat lady is the lord.

repeat chorus

Well Pita Anita and Tofu Peggy Sue
Are my sisters-in-law,
They’re whole wheat women too.
And when there’s nothin’ goin’ down
We go down to the big city zoo.
Then we free the little animals,
Paddlin’ my bulgar canoe.

I seen a lotta white bread,
A lotta mayonnaise too,
As I travel across this old
Red, white and blue.
It gets hard to digest,
My poor constitution hasn’t a clue.
I need a whole wheat woman,
Clean my system out through and through.

repeat chorus

Whole wheat woman –
Walkin’ down the street,
Whole wheat woman –
She don’t eat no meat.
Whole wheat woman.

 

“Whole Wheat Woman” appears on Medicine and The Medicine Tribute.


© & ℗ 1990, 2012 by Marques Bovre