[Verse 1] There's biscuits on the counter, a pot roast on the stove, Gravy in the middle, where the ladle's overflowed. My boy comes running, with that glimmer in his eye, "Ma, I need a biscuit, 'fore that gravy runs dry!" [Chorus] That kid of mine, he's a gravy sopping kid, No matter how much I make, he’ll sop up every bit. Bread or biscuit, he don’t care, just dip it in and grin, That kid of mine, he’s a gravy sopping kid. [Verse 2] Sunday mornin' breakfast, he’s first to grab a plate, Bacon and eggs untouched, gravy’s all he ate. His sister rolls her eyes, says, “He’s at it again,” But he just shrugs and hollers, “Pass that gravy pan!” [Prechorus] And when the meal is over, The table's wiped down clean, He’ll sneak back to the kitchen, And lick the bowl unseen. [Chorus] That kid of mine, he's a gravy sopping kid, No matter how much I make, he’ll sop up every bit. Bread or biscuit, he don’t care, just dip it in and grin, That kid of mine, he’s a gravy sopping kid. [Bridge] Someday he'll grow older, maybe leave this little town, But I bet wherever he roams, he'll keep that habit around. He’ll find a diner waitress, serve him gravy by the pound, And she'll love him for his charm and the way he mops it down.
