They say music is the food of love
Let's see if you're hungry enough
Take a bite, take another, just like a good boy would
Get a sweet thing on the side
Home cooking, homicide
Side order could be your daughter, Finger lickin' good
Come on baby, eat the rich
Put the bite on that son of a bitch
Don't mess around, don't you give me no switch
C'mon baby, eat the rich
C'mon baby eat the rich
Sitting here in the restaurant
Tell the waiter just what you want
Is that the meat you wanted to eat?
How would you ever know?
Hash browns and bacon strips
I like the way that you lick your lips
No foolin' I can see you droolin'
Feel the hunger grow
Chorus
Eat you baby, you eat me
Eat two baby, get one free
Shetland pony, or extra pepperoni
Just pick up the phone
Eat Greek or eat Chinese
Eat salad or scarf up grease
You're on the shelf you eat yourself
Come on and bite my bone
Repeat chorus
Sitting there in your hired tuxedo
You want to see my bacon torpedo
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