Look at all those hipsters Eating right from the trees Look at the skinny suckers Always shitting flabby
I won't eat no damn thing That can't previously walk I need food providing Decent nutricious facts
Ketchup is the one vegetable I'm ok to swallow Congrats Mr Reagan For that thoughtful law
I might consider french fries To go along my steak If their name did not sound So definitely gay
I grew here on the land Of the pilgrim fathers Those who fed on bisons, wild geese Longhorns and hare
I won't give up heritage For that hype green rubbish Nor change my T-bone steak For diuretic black radish
The only real sad thing About my fellow meat Is that it's fed with grass In theory at leastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
