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BRING HOME THE BACON, BABY Bring home the Bacon, Baby And then get out the pan. Just bring in the Roast Beef, Pal And you can be my handy man. Fetch down the skillet, Hon And open up the Spam. Bring home the Bacon, Babe Or I'm off to Alabam. You just round up Pork Chops, Honey And see that they get tanned. And you'd better bag some Meatballs, Darlin' It's supply side and demand. You'd best procure Fried Chicken, Sugar I eat all that I can. You bring home that Bacon, Babe Or I'm movin' to Spokane. Rustle up some Chitterlins, Sweetheart And not from any Can. Snag a raft of Slim Jims, Angel They's some out in the van. Microwave some Corn Dogs, Sweetcakes No mealy-mouthed off brand. You bring home the Bacon, Babe Or I'm off to Pakistan. They's a big sale down to Meat Town, Precious, fill up your sedan. Twenty pounds of Beef, Beloved Fills my attention span. Check the deli counter, Cherished Procure a Leg-O-Lamb. You bring home the Bacon, Babe Or it's back to Birmingham. Recitation: There ain't no ham like Birmingham: Think about it, Darlin' (Fast guitar run, and out) @country @food filename[ MEATSONG BG apr96  8note Sheet |
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