Look at meat,
That's what I do; it's such a luscious treat.
OK are roasts
As well as veal, chops, loins, shoulders,
Chipped beef on toast.
When it gets to feeding time, inclined am I
To have only one type of meat deep inside.
Because I. . .

Love to chew luncheon meat.
Once I start, you will have to tear me from my seat,
'cause all that I'll ever need
Is this dubious repast.
On such as Châteaubriand, I will have passed,
Because I love to chew luncheon meat.

Some's so spiced,
Like Spam ("porkmanteau" word) on which I dine.
It tastes so sweet when I lay my lovin' lips on meat
That I know to eat is wrong.
And I flip my lid over headcheese,
Whose flavor is strong.

Because I love to chew luncheon meat.
Once I start, from this feasting I'll never retreat,
'cause all that I'll ever need's
This glutinous repast.
I'm gluttonous, yet mutton thrust in the trash,
Because I love to chew luncheon meat.