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Those from the islands consider it a feat to partake of this meat. They fry it for breakfast and the day's not complete unless it's stirred into soups simmered to red heat. (Refrain) Not even Charlton Heston would touch that intestine. A Chinese yam an old picnic ham All take a front seat to that pink, greasy meat. A preliminary exam of that container of spam reveals the discrete use of waste meat. Bowels and snouts the back of the lap mixed with chassis lube and other such crap. Teats, and feet stuff off the street compound the most part of that horrible meat. {Refrain) Yes, ma'am We are serving spam We are under the orders of Uncle Sam. We're conserving best cuts by eating the guts and conserving resources by grinding up horses

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