Old Mother Hubbard   She’s a greedy child   She went and ate the cupboard bare   An now there’s nothing left that once was there      Old Mother Hubbard   Her eyes are wet with tears   The food was eaten on the sly   We get to kiss the dog goodbye      CHORUS:   We’ve got to be real   Give us something to feel   We’ve got to be real   Please give us something to feel      Old Mother Hubbard   She gives the game away   Everybody knows the cupboard lied   About exactly what it had inside      Old Mother Hubbard   Has grown into her hunger pain   The little dog stares on in disbelief   His own flesh looking good enough to eat      CHORUS      Keep the thought short   The day it is so very long you know   And then there is the ever present slip between the cup   And any lip service singing of the song      CHORUS      Old Mother Hubbard   She does the next best thing   Because the best is always yet to come   And the part is always greater than the sum      Old Mother Hubbard   She kicks up a song and dance   The little dog begins to tap his feet   And dreams a bowl of shiny rabbit meat      CHORUS x 2