At times there has been plenty, then there’s times when there’s been none,
And I’ve kept me upper stiffest, for complainin’ I’m not one.
But it’s now that I’m protestin’—oh, I’ve suffered silence long—
It’s fancy food I’m cravin’, for me system’s goin’ wrong.
Oh, it’s bacon, bacon, bacon,
Till your belly’s fairly achin’
For some biscuits or some hot cakes that in your mouth would melt;
There’s no German dog could dare me,
No fear of death would scare me,
If I only had some chicken à la King beneath me belt.