or
Nat King Cole


Tonight I'll serve a supper,
We'll eat some food that's rare.
And at the head of the table,
I'll place brother Henry's chair-
Invite all the local big dogs,
We'll laugh and talk and eat,
But we'll' save the bones for Henry Jones,
‘cause he don't eat no meat-

Today I'll go to market-
and buy a lot of fish,
That will thrill Brother Henry,
Because that's his special dish.-
Get a large can of molasses,
so we'll have something sweet,
But save the bones for Henry Jones,
“cause he don't eat no meat.

Henry is not a drinker,
he rarely takes a nip,
He don't need a napkin,
‘cause the things he eats don't drip.
One day we had a banquet,
It really was a bake,
They started off with some short ribs,
they finished off with a steak.
But when the feat was over,
brother henry just kept his seat,
and we served the bones to Henry Jones,
‘cause he don't eat no meat.
To- he don't eat no meat.

Written by VERNON LEE, DANNY BAXTER, HENRY JONES
Published by MICHAEL H GOLDSEN INC

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