This thing called lunch--
I'm plump, love-handles-rich.
This thing called lunch,
My stuffed mouth's where I pound it.
My frame's hefty;
Weigh me and the springs all crunch.

This thing (this thing)
Called lunch (called lunch),
It's high in calories.
In the ladle: delight,
So bring (food! food!)
Some pies (food! food!),
I shake salt over slimy jellyfish.
I really like it:
Tasty vittles thing called lunch.

Here come fried taters,
Reams! Roasts, rounds, roux, rockfish, rolls.
Arrives the waiter;
He serves me hot roasted meat 'r
Them reaped leaves, stuffed, pooled in vinaigrette.

I oughta eat gruel, cease snacks, slim hips,
Get off my ass.
Baby-back meat and tripe,
They should be denied; I'm the bloated type--
I ain't svelty,
Weigh me and the springs all crunch.

This thing called lunch
My gut can't handle it.
This thing called lunch--
I'll bust if I down confit.
My plate's hefty. . .
Stay the vittles?! Bring on lunch!
Tasty vittles thing called lunch,
Taters, pickles, spring rolls lunch,
Weighty-vittles pig mauls lunch,
Crayfish, chitlins, big prawns lunch,
Gravy-dribbled whole-hog lunch,
Crêpey vittles, big Frog lunch,
Tasty nibbles: Ding Dongs lunch,
Weigh me and the springs all crunch.