I've got a thing about food;
I have got a vittles 'tude;
I really want food. "L"ivore's my treat!
Good cooks don't motivate me,
High on a haute cuisine spree.
There's nothing like food. . .relish more lunch meat.

"L"ivore, I would rather dwell
On the treat I like so well--
It's not sides of choy and lettuce.
Relish more of what rings my chimes,
On which I spend all my dimes.
Hell, I've got a lunch-meat fetish.

I teethy-sink to chew meat
That is not roast or stew meat
Or a fileted sow. . .smell of boar--hammy!!
I'll have a bite of lunch loaf;
I ain't polite--a munch oaf.
I think it's love. . .that smell adore, lunch meat.

"L"ivore, I like it so well,
Sometimes aspicized with gel.
I'll abide with my food fetish.
Relish more of what rings my chimes,
On which I spend all my dimes.
Hell, I'm always lunch-meat peckish.

"L"ivore--I like it so well.
Yum, yum!
Melts in your mouth like buttah--swell!
Yum, yum!
Yum!!