got plenty food in my gut/its good and stuffed
try not to fart, cause its rude and stuff
my belly contains sex eggs, that was breakfast
couldnt sleep, hungry in bed, damned restless
got up early, half dozen fried
after a bypass my cousins lovin life
he ate 6 a day for sex year straight run
then fell ill with a sick pierced atrium
but back to my stomach, if you could slash it and rummage
around youd find a mound of pies, its actually funny
one was apple, the rest mince meat steak
and its been 20 minutes since we ate
thats my stomach and I -- its a sentient entity
my dinner guest was friendly and left me the recipe
for rustica salad with a red pepper ioli
need to feed my gut, my love, my one, my true, my only

my cut contains food, the love in my brain lewd
when i stop and eat, its pornography, dont remain prude
i dont blame you, i blame my appetite
same tomorrow, same today, same after night
for lunch i try to sensible
try to stay hungry but usually get full
because a simple sandwich of salami
usually paves the way for great steaks of pastrami
like a toppling bounder, my hunger snowballs
starts so small but quick grows tall
then i fill my gut quick with meat slabs
then theyre gone, left with nothin but greased hands
lean is bad, it better be real fat
better eat real fast, forever meat, greens bad
fuck salad i want to gunk my tubes
aint got nothing but a bad heard and a stomach of food