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.