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the moon was hanging cool |
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and full above the waving swimming pool |
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as we were feeding mouths with heat and drool |
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'cuz we were having christmas feast |
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a merry one with pork and grease |
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and every guest was eating meat like beasts |
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'cuz santa gave us lollypork and everyone was gay |
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the smell of frying pig was in the air |
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I really think that eating piggy pork is quite O.K |
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as long as the meat is well done |
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I think its fair |
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fanatic vegetarians would call us rude barbarians |
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but before they did we forked them on the grill |
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the taste was quite 'mermalian' |
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reminded me of aliens |
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but salt could give oooooh the last thrill |
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and santa gave us lollypork.... |
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my youngest son once asked his dad |
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"how can it be that I'm so fat? |
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you taught me lollypork was for my health! |
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the skinny kids with baseball bats |
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still kick my ass and tell me that |
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my family was never one of wealth" |
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and santa gave us lollypork.... |
