Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb
Performer(s): Allan Sherman



Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb, fatter, fatter
Pile more potatoes on your platter 
Listen to me, 'cause I'm your hubby
I just adore you plump and chubby
I got a letter from the state, Dear
You're gonna need a license plate, Dear
My little elephant joke come true
Chew, Mrs. Goldfarb, chew! 

There is so much more of you
More to adore you
'Cause you're not slender
In your white dress you're a doll
Big as the Taj Mahal
In all its splendor 
When you're in gepartment stores
Don't use the revolving doors
You might get stuck, Dear
When you use the telephone
Go in the booth alone
And lots of luck, Dear

You had for breakfast: two pounds bacon
Three dozen eggs, one coffee cake and 
Then you had something really awful
Four kippered herrings on a waffle 
Nine English muffins, one baked apple
Boston cream pie, Philadelphia scrapple
Seventeen bowls of Crispy Crunch
Then you said, "What's for lunch?" 

Sweetheart, you are giant size
You are Lane Bryant size 
My darling Myrtle
Last Thanksgiving I was thrilled
You ate so much, you killed 
Your living girdle
Have another dozen shrimp
My lovely little blimp
Don't count a calorie 
I just received a stub
I owe the Diner's Club 
A whole years salary

Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, daily, nightly
Eat, though your chair is bending slightly
Love of my life, I'm glad I found you
Each day I take a walk around you
I can't forget when we got married
Over the threshold I got carried
No other bride would be so sweet 
Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, Eat!