(singers)   Just picture a lad, between Mom and Dad   Its Sunday the tables all set   There's uncles, there's aunts, and cousins galore   There's plenty of food to be et      The blessing is said, they reach for the bread   It's a feast a king could afford   There's clatter, there's chatter, but something's the matter   There's someone who's being ignored      (spoken)   Uh, would you please pass the biscuits?   Uh, would you pass the biscuits please?   Same thing ever Sunday since I can't remember when   Kinfolks all around the table and the biscuits at tuther end      I got a plate of chicken and taters, and a lot of stuff like that   All, all I need is a biscuit, but I wish you'd look where they're at   I guess I could reach across the table,    But that's ill-mannered, Mom always said   I wish I had a biscuit, I just can't eat without bread      Uh, would you pass the biscuits   Uh, excuse me, would you please pass the biscuits   All I want is a biscuit, nobody seems to care   If they wouldn't talk so dog-gone loud   They might be able to hear      Hot doggies, they're half-finished eatin' and I ain't even begun   I wish you'd look at them biscuits disappear, I'll be luck if I get a one   Same thing ever Sunday, always company to be fed   They're talkin' like they're wound up   Boy, I wish I had a piece of bread      HEY!!!! Would, would, would you please pass the biscuits   It looks like somebody would notice that I ain't started eatin' yet   Sure be glad when they get their fill, and go into the parlor and set   Then, by golly, I won't have to use my manners   I'll just get a biscuit myself      Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle, there ain't a biscuit left   The only day of the week we get Sunday-fed   And they've et up all the biscuits   And, uh, I just can't eat without bread      (singers)   There's something the matter, no bread on the platter   And he just can't eat without bread