Jeffrey Hill Lyrics

Jeffrey Hill lyrics

Jeffrey Hill liked to cook in the kitchen 

When his mother was asleep in
bed

But when she awoke and saw what he was doing

Her face was
filled with dread



He had eggs on his legs, milk on the chair

Sugar on his nose, flour in his hair



Mrs Hill said I know you
like cooking

But please do it when I'm awake

I'd like to be around
to help with your creating

And avoid some of the mess you make



Things like eggs on his legs, milk on the chair

Sugar on his nose,
flour in his hair



Jeffrey cooked a cake for his mother on Mother's
Day

It was to be a big surprise

He tried not to slop things all over
the kitchen

But it's hard when you're only five 



He still got
eggs on his legs, milk on the chair

Sugar on his nose, flour in his
hair

Eggs on his legs, milk on the chair

Sugar on his nose, flour
in his hair



He got beans on his jeans, goo on his shoe

Peas
on his knees, jelly on his belly

Sauce on the horse, fat on the cat

Toast on the post, spaghetti on the jetty

Prunes on the moon, buns on
the sun

Onions on his bunions, stickers on his knickers

Eggs on his
legs, milk on the chair

Sugar on his nose, flour in his hair

Eggs on
his legs, milk on the chair

Sugar on his nose, flour in his hair          
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