On a Monday, sell balonge
Tuesday, there's pastrami
It's a good thing you don't know
Then the phone rings, I hear you
FDA's gonna have a review
Cuz of customer complaints

Think... I have to fix this fast
I can't let them check the meat, they're made of cats

[Chorus:]
Ohhhhh
It seems like I must finally do something about the meat
taken from the streets
Ohhhhh
FDA is probably gonna lock me up inside a cell
Where I will never sell
All these pieces, pieces, pieces of meat
All these pieces, pieces, pieces of meat

salami, dog bits
appetizers, made of rodents
When did they become aware?
Now they're angry, won't listen
though my meats were, an addiction
Til you knew what was in there

Sell... Sometimes they sell so fast
Well, FDA's got me
Found, I screwed up bad

[Chorus]

How do you know everything I'm about to say?
Am I that obvious?
And if it's written on my face...
I hope it never goes away... yeah

No more squirrels, turned to bacon
No more racoons, it's too bad I just found out...
they taste like beef

[Chorus:]
Ohhhhh
It is too late to finally do something about all these meat
taken from the streets
Ohhhhh
Now I am with some burly guy, locked up inside a cell
And I can never sell
Ohhhhh
I will never sell
Ohhhhh
Too bad I'll never sell
All thoe pieces, pieces, pieces of meat
All those pieces, pieces, pieces of meat...