It's everything soup, everything soup, And I'll never make it again. Oh we'll make another everything soup But it never will be the same. Cause this has a spoonful of yesterday's beans Noon-time gravy and a handful of greens, The end of a roast and a sliver of toast And some onions cause they aren't dear, And since there was a dram in the heel of the can, We added a dollop of beer. Oh, everything soup, everything soup, Wholesome, and soul-some and good for the croup, It's tasty and hearty And fit for a party, Our beautiful everything soup.
It's everything soup, everything soup, And I'll never make it again. Oh we'll make another everything soup But it never will be the same. A cupful of rice made it gooey and nice, Wing of a chicken, a shake of the spice, A pour of the water to give it some slurp, And fire to move it along, And when it got hot we danced round the pot, And sang it a comforting song. Oh, everything soup, everything soup, Wholesome, and soul-some and good for the croup, It's tasty and hearty And fit for a party, Our beautiful everything soup.