(We'd like to do a little ode to something we've all had at one time or another...maybe some of us even have tonight. I know that we get it quite a bit while out on the road; it's a little thing called: "Bad Indigestion."
Now, let's...let's - how many here have bad indigestion right now, ladies and gentlemen'
- Isn't that casting kind of a dark shadow over our singing tonight')

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

Fat on the bacon, wool on the lamb,
Butter on the biscuits, grease in the pan,
Hardened hearts and arteries,
Salt blocks 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,
Hardened hearts and arteries,
Salt blocks in the Spam,
Lord, save us all from this bad indigestion.

God of our benefits, this 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.

(Come back to us, Mike)
(Derri)
(Terry)
(Bridge)

God of our benefits is a great horn....cornucopia,
Moves its great vegetable hand,
Well, puts three little prunes in all of our baskets,
Helps us function better in the can.

Montezuma's revenge has got us on the run,
Double beef, Velveeta cheese, between two hot cross buns,
Take a seltzer and a prune, Pepto Bismal and a Tum,
If you look into this 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.