I'm not porking like the neighbour's oldest daughter
Down with nuts and cucumbers, always to reflux at night
I just cannot stand the immoral slaughter
Cannot even use a swatter, so always I let them fly

Every leek I take, every pea pod cracked
Every cracker baked, every leaf meat lacks
That's the stuff I know that I cannot chow
But I long to be

In my dreams there's a row full of meat - it calls me
And bacon plates - for miles it goes
And with pizza and hot dogs and meatballs inside me
Maybe I'll blow
And if so there's just no telling how far it'll show

I know that my breath from garlic dressing
Match a cabbie's, and I'm crying
Tears into my carrot wine
I know that my farts from chutney dressing
Takes a toll, and I'm crying
But then I have some tea of pine

I must stay on soy because meat is wrong
I gnaw broccoli here raw all day long
But my folks and friends asked this question long:
-What is wrong with meat?

There they sit on their ass with their meat - they're dining
On hind from cows - and down it goes
And my mom has a plate left for me - she tries lure me
And bring me down
With a chop of swine - I won't cross that line

My dreams have a row full of meat - it calls me
And bacon rinds - for miles it goes
And the pork and the veal and the ghee builds inside me
My diet blows!
Should let it go