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