Ever since I was a young boy
I wanted to try them all
The joint down the road from Brighton
I must have wanted them all
But my mother was a vegetarian
So none for me at all
That death-done disappointed me as a kid
Sure wanted a Gizzard

Now I’m standing like a statue
Becoming some Gizzard-craving machine
Feeling the anticipation
Ready to eat
She brings over the meal
My mouth begins to fall
That would not disappoint me as a kid
No disappointment at all

It’s a really-good Gizzard
Rubbing against my wrist
A really-good Gizzard
I’ve got a greasy wrist

How do you think they make it?
(I don't know)
What makes it so good?

I ain’t got no distractions
Can't hear those other people yell
Don't see lights or nothin’
Embracing the wondrous smell
I’ll probably have more anyway
Never ate this good at all
Wouldn’t of been disappointed as a kid
Out of happiness I would bawl

I knew they were
The tasty-Gizzard kings
Cause I just eated
A Gizzard made by them
Even on my ugly table
It still taste the best
His Chefs simply cook him
And I just taste the rest
He's got me lickin’ my fingers
So very, very swell
Wouldn’t of disappointed me as a kid
Why do vegetarians exist at all?