Here’s an ad to last,
“Cannonball!”; a line that’s fast,
It’s a laughing matter, shed a tear…
Ving Rhames’ horny shout,
Of a “Whee!” can make one stout,
How he loves those boneless wings right here…

I always knew,
I’d see this ad very soon,

It’s Arby’s “Can-non-ball!”
An ad foretold, a dumb shout that you’d unfold,
That airs forever and never gets old,

I always felt,
That my eyes and ears would melt,

It’s Arby’s, “Can-non-ball!”
Ving Rhames will rise, and give you a Dutch surprise,
Who, me? Heck, no; not me!

The ads they air are foretelling,
Its yelling, I feel,
That “Whee!”; Ving Rhames was ecstatic,
His pants were wet, that’s real!

It’s some dumb ad, it’s more than I ever planned.
It’s all too much, I’m in shock,
Because it’s true,
I sure won’t buy Arby’s soon,
That’s Arby’s “Can-non-ball!”