"Brumburger Duet" lyrics
(feat. Debbie Watling)
(from "Take Me High" soundtrack)
They'll be flying in by charter
With their wallets full of notes
They'll be queues to stop at lands
And then begin a ton of grotes
And if we were a seaport
Well I'd bet they'd come by boats
And surely even royalty would stand
For the biggest little mouthful in the land
There'll be talk of it in Moscow
They made copies in Japan
And those gastronomic Germans
Will be swarming through this land
I suspect that even others
Will admit we poms are grand
And they'll cheer so loud
They'll drown a passing jet
For the biggest load of bull they'll ever get
When they hear of us in Texas
They'll call in the FBI
Who'll appoint John Wayne official
And then send him here to spy
But the Duke will take one mouthful
And he'll break right down and cry
To think I thought ya limeys just ate spam
Damn it you might yank the yanks
Right here in Birmingham
Boom boom
With their wallets full of notes
They'll be queues to stop at lands
And then begin a ton of grotes
And if we were a seaport
Well I'd bet they'd come by boats
And surely even royalty would stand
For the biggest little mouthful in the land
There'll be talk of it in Moscow
They made copies in Japan
And those gastronomic Germans
Will be swarming through this land
I suspect that even others
Will admit we poms are grand
And they'll cheer so loud
They'll drown a passing jet
For the biggest load of bull they'll ever get
When they hear of us in Texas
They'll call in the FBI
Who'll appoint John Wayne official
And then send him here to spy
But the Duke will take one mouthful
And he'll break right down and cry
To think I thought ya limeys just ate spam
Damn it you might yank the yanks
Right here in Birmingham
Boom boom
