Twinkies were a defence for a murder binge,
The killer had a high sugar count, but now he's on the mend,
He sold his soul to the hostess, she turned his brain to mush,
The lawyer said, 'Sure, he killed 'em judge, it was just a sugar rush.'

Fat on the bacon, wool on the lamb,
Flies in the ointment, murder in the ham,
Hardened hearts and arteries,
Salt block in the Spam,
Lord save us all from this bad indigestion.

Well, would we do the things we do without poison in our blood'
Would we hurt our fellow man while consuming all this crud'
Break our vows, go to war, put mankind to shame, if a chemical imbalance weren't coursing through our veins'

Fat on the bacon, wool on the lamb,
Butter on the biscuits, grease in the pan,
Dyes in the candy, tubas in the band,
Lord save us all from this bad indigestion.

The god of our benefits is the great horn o' plenty,
Moves it's great vegetable hand,
Puts a little fruit in all of our baskets,
Helps us function better in the can.

The god of our benefits is great cornucopia,
Moves his great vegetable hand,
Puts a little fruit in all of our baskets,
Helps us function better in the can.

Montezuma's revenge has got us on the run,
Double meat, Velveeta cheese, between two hot cross buns,
Take seltzer and a prune, Pepto Bismal and a Tum,
And look into the crap we eat, you'll find a smoking gun.

Fat on the bacon, wool on the lamb,
Butter on the biscuits, grease in the pan,
Dyes in the candy, tubas in the band,
Lord save us all from this bad indigestion,
Lord save us all from this bad indigestion.