When Did We Have Sauerkraut? - Peter Berryman , Lou Berryman

    Come on in and have a chair
    Today's the day I clean the fridge
    We can talk while it's defrosting
    Pardon all the mess
    How ya been? I just got back
    From Elgin, Illinois, myself
    For me the charm of travelling
    Is fading, I confess
    Could you grab the pot of water
    On the stove so I can stick it
    In the freezer? This is so archaic
    Don't you think?
    This one last ice cube tray
    Won't come unstuck
    It's kind of welded to some broccoli
    I think it's broccoli
    Why's this broccoli pink?

    How about the onion dip?
    You think it's any good
    Or should we toss it to the dog
    It looks o.k., but I don't know
    By the way, I stopped off at the
    Belvedere Oasis
    Which is such a pretty name
    For such an ugly place to go
    They sell you little sandwiches
    About the size of oreos
    And charge you three and a quarter
    But I bought one anyhow
    Look at this, it's sauerkraut
    Now when did we have sauerkraut?
    Whatever this stuff was
    It sure is sauerkraut by now

    Coming back I heard a show about
    Oppenheimer? --Openheimer? --what's his name?
    And how they made the bomb to prove a point
    They didn't even know if it would
    Start a chain reaction
    That would move into the atmosphere
    And vaporize the joint
    Could you dump this ice out
    In the bathtub
    Can you dig it?
    Here, we're dumping out the ice
    To make some room to make some more
    How'd you like a chicken
    That came over with Columbus
    Well I've got one here
    Don't mention it dear
    That's what friends are for

    Remember back in grammar school
    They used to have those drills
    Where they would make you crawl beneath your desk
    For when the bomb would come
    The hell with those evacuation routes
    And all those shelters
    I just bought myself a desk
    You know I'm really not that dumb
    These carrots were a little more
    Excited when I bought 'em
    Lord, and here's a slice of bread
    Looks like a twenty dollar bill
    Here's a thing of Tupperware
    That's full of marijuana
    If this shit improves with age
    It's probably good enough to kill

    Don't you ever wonder what became
    Of all the activists like us
    Who tried to make a little noise about the war
    They must have got absorbed
    Into the general flow of balderdash
    And no one seems to pay them much attention anymore
    Someday if I get it all together in my life
    I may go out and buy a frost-free model
    This one's got to go
    Why would anybody keep a yam as long as I do?
    'Cause I thought it'd come in handy
    And you never really know.

    Lyrics by Peter Berryman; Music by Lou Berryman, © 1984 by Peter & Lou Berryman


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