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The Bacon King



When I got married a long time ago
There were many things I looked for
Besides the obvious, romp in the nude
I couldn’t wait, to eat some good food

Well sometimes it, would happen just right
Sometimes I barfed, all though the night
What could I do, my belly was aching
‘so I told my wife to add some bacon

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Yea, just smother it with Bacon
The juicy greasy kind
Burnt, Raw, undercooked
I don’t really mind

The favor of the pork
Just covers everything
They just call me
The crazy Bacon King


I would walk around, the pigs they would hide
“cause the day before, one of their friends died
“Sell the ham and sausage, money I was makin’  
But you all know, I ate all the Bacon

Over the years, I had to buy new clothes
I can’t remember. When I saw my toes
Handsome looks are gone, energy takin’
But I don’t care, just pass me some bacon

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Yea, I am the bacon king
I’m not ashamed to say
I eat my Bacon
Happily every day

I wolf it down
And I lick the plate
“Throw caution to the wind
And accept my fate


They all tell me, you are what you eat
So I guess, I’m a greasy piece of meat
That’s ok, and I’m here for all to see
But just don’t try, to bite a piece of me


I made my choices, but it don’t get me down
I don’t even notice, dogs following me around
I’ve written something that really makes me laugh
This is what I want on my epitaph

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He was the king of Bacon
Sadly but true
If you were a pig
He’d take a bite of you

He died on a day 
Dark and drizzlin’
Let’s hope he’s at place
That  is not sizzlin’

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