(Something)
Something in the gravy moved
And it’s unlike my mother’s
Something in the gravy moves me
I don't want to eat and how
You know it’s congealing now
Somewhere in the sauce that grows
And I need to keep it covered
Something in the sauce that shows me
I don't want to eat and how
You know it’s congealing now
You're asking will this gravy flow
I don't know, I don't know
You stick around, now it may show
I don't know, I don't know
Something in the way it cools
And I have to remove the skin off it
Something in the way it cools now
I don't want to eat and how
You know it’s congealing now