Meat Head

First thing you did on the day we met

You took away my cigarettes

Once you got my nicotine

You nagged until i quit caffeine

But you weren't satisfied with that

You told me i was getting fat

You took my beer you took my sweets

Now you're trying to take my meat

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I'm a meat head yes i am

I love that beef and pork and ham

I love it fried smoked or stewed

Baked or broiled or barbecued

Bacon strips sirloin tips

Down my chin that sauce will drip

I love to rear those burgers fry

I'll be a meat head till i die

You told me i was blimping out

You made me eat alfalfa sprouts

But rabbit food was such a bore

I'd rather be a carnivore

I need food that i can chew

It's in my blood to barbecue

You can keep your brussel sprouts

I'll die with a pork chop in my mouth

If' i was sitting on death row

And i had one more meal to go

I wouldn't ask for dry rice cakes

Soy bean soup or barley flakes

I'd ask the warden for one last ride

To a burger joint we call clyde's

I'd order a dozen burgers to go

I'd take my time and eat 'em slow

I'm a meat head yes i am

I love that beef and pork and ham

I love it fried smoked or stewed

Baked or broiled or barbecued

Weenies roasted on a stick

Juicy steaks nice and thick

I love to hear those burgers fry

I'll be a meat head till i die