You're My Meat

Can't you see that couldn't be me
Can't you see that couldn't be me
In the days of old when knights were bold
I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams
It excites me so because I know you're my meat
In the days of old when knights were bold
It excites me so because I know you're my meat

Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat

I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams
From your feet to your head you knock me dead, you're my meat

Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat
They were pious and modest I'm told
There were pious and modest I'm told

I got you covered but baby, you're my meat