At first it drew bile, when I tried 'Pickled Eyes'
Or when chewin' a plate of 'Unusual Thighs'
And what I thought was veal was just 'Chicken Fried Lee'
I cried and went wild when my wife became Lecter's trainee

Though her 'Swede's tough as glove, and your stomach may grieve you
And you break off a tooth, don't let on or she's peeeeved
She may feed you burned liver, chianti and beans
Don't give her no grief 'cause she's only a Lecter trainee

Ohhh, she shops there at "YOUR SELF"
They've got just what she wants, though the head's past it's prime
Ohhh, and you better not pout
You best shovel it in, even if not inclined

She served 'Thomas Galore', was the gard'ner we'd eaten
Though I'd rather have 'Butt ala Young Diane Keaton'
Or some 'Juicy Young Breast Carved From Pamela's D's'
For dessert we had elf 'cause she's only a Lecter trainee

Ohhh, I could grow to love elf
Though they're quite hard to hunt, they're delicious with thyme
Thoughhhh, you best not eat the snout
'Cause it's tough as the chin, 'less it's run through a grind

We frequently dine on some human-y gruel
Though we caught some diseases from that punk Raul
I may soon be addicted, and my wife agrees.....
That a roast human stew might give nightmares to you
But it's great for us Lecter trainees