Thinking of Bacon, not Kevin Bacon
Oh, the beautiful crisp wavy strip of baconmicrowavable joy that I am makin'
pork's prime greasy enjoyment
breakfast delight of enlightment
oh, fattening food of crispy savor
my mornin' joy to which I favor
I'm thinking of bacon, fry me up the three pigs
and listen to them wee, wee, wee
in their house of twigs
I'm thinking of bacon, I'll take that one there
and blow me down his house of straw with one breath of air
Now this wee lil' pig has him a house of bricks
but I won't be eating that pig or his dicks
Oh, crispy bacon just one tasty lick
I'm beating that poor porky Pig with my beating stick
Oh and that pig in toy story, the bank
I ate that poor piggy but he really stank
he tasted of plastic , the chards I shit from my ass
look like pink stained pussy cut with blades of glass
I might sound disturbed from what here I write
but don't take this message by any means of fright
I just love me some bacon from a pig of any kind
I'll go out to a farm slaughter the fattest one I can find
Oh, and how could I forget that adorable pig babe
the one made a movie star, now he's my pork slave
Did he really think he could drive sheep better than dog
I love those sausage links he made their shaped like lincoln logs
Copyrighted (c) 2011 and Published . Written by Todd Fletcher
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