Joe Bana’s dad, he had a slaughter house on Vine
Stole the keys one night and took me forty swine
Burned up the juicy crust as brown as it could go
Chewed up the squeakers in four platters made to go

Meal was bacon (oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Snackin’ or dinners (oh oh, oh oh)
Meal was hoovin’ pounds and pounds
That grill had bacon (oh oh, oh oh)

I started drinkin’, couldn’t take pigs straight
I was chewin’ eighty strands it jammed up the plates
Salt so high, I had to put to the side
I did some shakin’ til the middle of the night

Bacon (oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Snackin’ or dinners (oh oh, oh oh)
Meal was cups and pounds and pounds and pounds
Bacon (oh oh, oh oh)

Baconnnnn (oh oh, oh oh-oh)
(oh oh, oh oh)
(oh oh, oh oh-oh)
(oh oh, oh oh)

I got a little nauseous
I coulda thrown up
I felt so sh**ty
Ugghh, bleh

I’m always scarfin’ “Babes”, yeh, scarfin’ too much
I got a little grill and I just can’t get enough
It takes a hungry night with nowhere to go
Just called Joe Bana; in a hell of trouble

And meal bacon (oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Snackin’ or dinners (oh oh, oh oh)
Meal be hoovin’ pounds and pounds
Oh, meal’s bacon (oh oh, oh oh)

Bacon (oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Snackin’ or dinners (oh oh, oh oh)
Meal be hoovin’ cups and pounds -
Pounds and pounds and pounds…and bacon

Si-si-si-si-si-sizzlin’ bacon (oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Si-si-si-si-si-sizzlin’ bacon (oh oh, oh oh)
Si-si-si-si-si-sizzlin’ bacon (oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Si-si-si-si-si-sizzlin’ bacon (oh oh, oh oh)