I Can Never Eat Home Anymore
Composer(s): Lee Pockriss; Paul Vance
Performer(s): The Detergents



I'm gonna die if she don't learn how to cook
Or I'm gonna run away...

Stop!

Ah, you can never eat home anymore

Listen, does this sound familiar?

You wake up every morning
With a hunger pain inside
Your mother makes you breakfast
But you wanna run and hide
You sneak out of the back door
And hang around the street
You know it's time for dinner
But you're afraid to go home and eat
And that's called
Hungry!

Now my mom is a good mom
to me she was a queen
But I couldn't eat her cooking
It turned me sorta green
I used to get so hungry
How hungry could I get?
And then, one day, a miracle
A luncheonette!
And that's called
Food!

And he can never eat home anymore

Well my mom found out about it
And I knew it hurt her so
She came to me and pleaded
And begged me not to go
But I knew I had to do it
Though she'd never understand
And I left her cryin' in the kitchen
With a chicken in her hand

I can still hear her

I'll make you meatballs, nice and hot
I'll make you chicken in the pot

He can never eat home anymore (Why me???)

So she stayed there in that kitchen
And it was always the same
Each night she'd make those meatballs
But I never came
My mama grew so lonely that the angels heard her cry
And they took her up to heaven
To that lunchroom in the sky
And that's called
Sad

And he can never eat home anymore