These days many vocational training schools have their own on campus restaurants or bistros, some of them staffed by fraternities or sororities. With that in mind, guys, if you're ever down at a first class Strip School bistro, please control yourselves, with a smorgasbord full of succulent eye-candy you don't have to be hands-on everything there before you've filled the plate with salty buns, oily ribs, tater treats and more.

(Additional note to censors: This song is about the disgusting preprandial habits some people have at smorgasbords, especially young men at some on campus restaurants, touching stuff with their dirty fingers, copping a feel at everything, from melons to pies, before putting it back down or dropping it in the juice bowl - If you read anything else into it it's just your own dirty imagination, remember, strips is a form of pommes). ;-)

A YouTube version of the original song can currently be found here.

© Peter Andersson