I love (hissssssssssssss) steamed meat, (3x)
When I eat my lunch, that dog’s hot in the roll.
I love (hissssssssssssss) steamed meat, (3x)
Though the brats are warm, on my paunch there’s a toll.
The linguiça’s skin glistens after the steam’s hissin’;
I’m feeding now—I take a bite.
I tilt up the beer bottle; as glug brew my wattle
Bobs up and down—what an awful sight!

I love (hissssssssssssss) steamed meat, (3x)
But before I tilt up, I toast with a “Skol!”

I steam my meat with flat beer poured in the boiler. . . (3x)
Stinks up the neighborhood.
Neighbors tell me that it smells just like trash burnin’—
In other words: not good!

Flat beer that’s boiling—
“Not good!”
Smells like trash burning—
“Not good!”
Flip a bird shot.

Fress, fress, fress, fress
As if munchies from pot.

I eat my lunch; then I launch a stroll
And then I put my dog in your sweet roll.