Well my peckishness is rising; if there’s meat, give me more—
Tasty treats like knackwurst are just what I long for.
Lettuce, well, maybe if it’s grown in your plot;
Butter’s better baked in greasy croissants that are hot.

And I’m so glad to taste it, so glad to taste it.
You gotta give me some luncheon
Every day.

Well I feel so good when I’m delving into pie;
You’d better make ’em cheesy: queso-laced, please, those fries.
I’ll have a lard taste because transfat is taboo:
Make it also babybacks and steak bathed in roux.

And I’m so glad to taste it, so glad to taste it.
You gotta give me some luncheon
Every day.

Well I feel so good when I’m delving into fries—
You’d better make ’em cheesy; there’s a place here for pies.
Call me a hard case in scarfing of food;
Chow I’m gonna speed-snack. . .insufficiently chewed.

And I’m so glad to taste it, so glad to taste it.
You gotta give me some luncheon
Every day.