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Shel Silverstein

Genres: Folk

Peanut Butter Sandwich Lyrics - Shel Silverstein

(I'll tell you a story of silly young king 

Who played with the world at the end of a string 

But he only loved one single thing and that was just a peanut butter sandwich) 

 

Now his scepter wand his royal gowns his regal throne and golden crowns 

Were brown and sticky from the mounds 

And drippings from each peanut butter sandwich 

His subjects all were silly fools 'cause he had passed a royal rule 

That all that they could learn in school was how to make a peanut butter sandwich 

He would not eat his sovereign steak he scorned his soup and his kingly cake 

And told his courtly cook to bake 

And nothin' nothin' nothin' but an extra-sticky peanut butter sandwich 

And then one day he took a bite and started chewing with delight 

But found his mouth was stuck quite tight 

From that last bite of peanut butter sandwich 

His brother pulled his sister pried the wizard pushed his mother cried 

Oh my boy's committed suicide from eating his last peanut utter sandwich 

The dentist came and the royal doc the royal plumber banged and knocked 

But still those jaws stayed tightly locked oh darn that sticky peanut utter sandwich 

The carpenter he tried with pliers the telephone man tried with wires 

The firemen they tried with fire but couldn't melt that peanut utter sandwich 

With ropes and pulleys drills and coil with steam and lubricating oil 

For twenty years of tears and toil they fought that awful peanut bbutter sandwich 

Then all his royal subjects came they hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains 

And pulled both ways with might and main 

Against against that peanut butter sandwich 

Each man and woman girl and boy put down their ploughs and pots and toys 

And pulled until kerack oh joy they broke right through the peanut utter sandwich 

A puff of dust a screech a squeak the kin's jaw opened with a creak 

And then in voice so faint and weak the first words that they heard him speak 

Were how about a peanut butter sandwich 

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