When I find myself just lacking muscle, my brother Harry comes to me,
Speaking words of protein, Let it Beef.
I grill my tender T-bone with the risk of high cholesterol,
Trim the fat and gristle, Let it Beef.

Let it beef, let it beef, let it beef, let it beef.
Trim the fat and gristle, let it beef.

When all the veggie burgers, grilling in the world will see
They’re just awful imitations, Let it Beef.
I got your soybean protein, Tofu and B-12 shots right here,
You look so pale and faded, Let it Beef.

Let it beef, let it beef, let it beef, let it beef.
Eat meat in moderation, Let it Beef.
Let it beef, let it beef, let it beef, let it beef.
There will be no cancer.

(intro to solo: Let’s get real people. Let’s here it for the cow.)
Tire Pump Solo.

Let it beef, let it beef, let it beef, let it beef.
Trim the fat and gristle, let it beef.

And in my hour of starving, there’s some beef stew right in front of me,
Slow-cook until tomorrow, Let it Beef.
I wake up to the sound of grinding, my butcher Larry comes to me
In a blood-soaked cotton apron, Let it Beef.

Let it beef, let it beef, let it beef, let it beef.
Eat meat in moderation, let it beef.
Let it beef, let it beef, let it beef, let it beef.
There will be no cancer, let it beef.