Bodine, Bodine, Bodine, Bodine
Oh Jethro, to appease you takes a plan
Bodine, Bodine, Bodine, Bodine
Pizza dough, you're suckin' from the can

Your appetite's beyond belief
As you consume a side of beef
With tater skins and miles of collard greens

Your jaws are like a steel machine
That pulverize what's in between
A shark cannot out-eat with you, Bodine

Though you may not betray a peep
You keep on eatin' in your sleep
Reclining with a laden tray, Bodine

A Chucky Cheese, a Burger Land
A Tastee Freez, a taco stand
Better bolt their doors and flee from thee, Bodine

Bodine, Bodine, Bodine, Bodine
The eggs of fifty chickens drape your pan
Bodine, Bodine, Bodine, Bodine
Please don't take the festive Sunday ham

Granny's cookin' possum jowls
And buzzard shanks, and simmered owls
A feast for all, or just to feed Bodine

And maybe when at last you're fed
Then Elly May and Uncle Jed
Can recover just a bite or two, Bodine

Bodine, Bodine, Bodine, Bodine
A keg of bacon grease won't stay your hand
Bodine, Bodine, Bodine, Bodine
Eatin' all the fallout-shelter Spam

Bodine, Bodine