I knew I was in trouble I got shivers and a twitch When the one I inconvenienced turned out to be a witch

I thought I had got lucky when she blurted out the curse That I must eat delicious food suppose it could be worse

But later at the table receiving my order The waiter laid the bread and a glass of water And a bowl of [NC]Gazpacho soup

It wasn't what I asked for but still it tasted great Then I heard a distant cackle as he gathered up the plates

And I thought that we were even now the witch had made me pay As I pondered the next morning what I'd have to start the day

Pour out the corn flakes or a pair of shredded wheat But every time I breakfast it turns out I have to eat A bowl of [NC]Gazpacho soup

And every lunch or dinner, travel near or far Sitting down or takeaway, a cafe or a bar

Chocolate or a truffle or a pie or piece of cake Anything I roast or fry or anything I bake Toastie or a muffin or a hunk of well done steak No matter what I want to get I'll always have to take A bowl of [NC]Gazpacho soup

It's true what they say As I've always been told Revenge is a dish that is Best served cold

Whatever's in the oven, whatever I prepare I'll set it on the crockery but always waiting there Some delicious [NC]Gazpacho soup

Even Piers Morgan gets his vegan sausage roll But all I can look forward to is yet another bowl Of delicious [NC]Gazpacho soup