Babbling Rosie's got lard
We're gonna roast her 'til there ain't no flab
Left on her bones
Basting her slow
Lawd, don't you know how
To make a meal of a useless talk lady?

Steer clear of her Streisand-soaked brain
Ain't nothing in there that I would care to munch
So I'll marble her meat
And declaw her feet
The girth of her torso alone
Could feed India for months

Oh, I love my Rosie mild
Her flesh mixed with bread and red wine sauce
Has me dining in style

So keep stuffing me
'Til my abs make love to my groin

Her crackling meat's no store bought flank
She sizzles and smokes like a girl who learns that
Her first name is Hank

So don't leave the table
'Coz her gristle keeps poppin' on
Eat it now, eat it now!
Eat it now my babies!

Cracklin' Rosie, let's rest for a while
I'll toss your big trunk into the fireplace
And then, I'll add your big head
It'll make the flames red
If The View comes around,
We won't answer their questions, yeah

Oh, I love my Rosie fire
I can warm my hands as the orange embers are
Eating her eyes
And licking her thighs
If your cutesy Tom Cruise comes 'round knocking
We'll yell nobody's home

Cracklin' Rosie, you're no store bought log
You heat me up like a nasty farmer
Flogging his hog

So keep heatin' me
'Coz your spattering fat is my Broadway song
Said, Feel it now, feel it now!
I feel your heat now, burn baby!

Chattering Rosie never made me smile
When she starred in The Flintstones
That's when I smelled trouble
She's no Betty Rubble
And she sure as hell ain't no vixen in Exit to Eden
She's best left for eatin'
And, sometimes, reheatin'

Flame is out!
Flame is out!
Flame is out, my babies!