When the first seeds of youth were sowin'
In us children, slowly growin',
Fresh new arteries were flowin' like the tide..
And when begs for chicken jarred,
Daddy'd kill 'em in the yard..
Out, would come that can a' lard..and Mama Fried

From a garden in the back
Big potatoes we would stack,
Very little food was needed from the store..
Was no information bookin'
'Bout the need for healthful cookin'
So, we feasted up on fat, right to the core..

White gravy, biscuits, sausage, bacon,
Hot cakes and homemade sweet rolls..
Chowed down until we'd almost bust inside
Didn't know those plasma highways
Would be cloggin' up, less wide
And so, today, we reap the sins that Mama Fried

In our vocabs, didn't fall..that big word, cholesterol
Just lived a simple life down on the farm
Workin' hard was all we knew..plowed until somethin' grew
Knew not that mama's cookin' could do harm..

White gravy, biscuits, sausage, bacon,
Hot cakes and homemade sweet rolls..
Chowed down until we'd almost bust inside
Didn't know the plasma highways
Were all cloggin' up, less wide
And so, today, we reap the sins that Mama Fried

Yes, today, we reap the sins that Mama Fried