1. You know I love that organic cookin', I always ask for more

2. Well, at lunchtime you can always find me at the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar

3. My friends down at the commune, they think I'm pretty neat

And they call me "Mr. Natural," on down to the health food store

Just suckin' on a plain white yogurt, from my hand-thrown pottery jar

Oh, I don't know nothin' 'bout arts and crafts, but I give 'em all somethin' to eat

I only eat good sea salt, white sugar don't touch my lips

And sippin' a little hand-pressed cider, with a carrot stick for des - sert

I'm a friend to old Euell Gibbons, and I only eat homegrown spice

And my friends is always beggin' me to take 'em on macro - bi - otic trips, Yes, they are!

And wipin' my face in a natural way on the sleeve of my peasant shirt Oh, Yeah!

I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn, filled up with my brown rice Yes, I do!

But at night I take out my strongbox that I keep under lock and key, and I take it off to my closet, where nobody else can see

Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight, and I'm all by my - self I work that combination on my secret hideaway shelf

But lately I have been spotted with a Big Mac on my breath, stumblin' into a Colonel Sanders, with a face as white as death

I open that door so slowly, take a peek up North and South,

And I pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper and an ol' Moon Pie,

I'm afraid someday they'll find me just stretched out on my bed,

Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie, and I pop it in my mouth!

Then I sit back in glorious expectation of a genuine junk food high!

With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips and a Ding Dong by my head!

CHORUS: In the daytime I'm "Mr. Natural," Just as healthy as I can be, but at night I'm a junkfood junkie, good Lord have pity on me!