Sometimes at dinner,
The glaze that's on the meat,
will stalk through the snow peas pretty neat,
And mushrooms.

Sometimes at dinner,
some rotten moldy cheese,
Will get mistaken for the bries,
with chives and rye.

For the window wincing made it by you,
Gagging slightly I would run.
Freeze like stone I would unseal the bread dough,
Bakin' loaves in the oven's fun.

Now I yawn girl,
Cause that lamb roast made me lame.
A canned beer then,
Would you bring some kind that's plain,
Or a drawn Pearl.
I could drink that stuff 'til dawn.
Love that cold brew, but it calls me
to the john.

Sometimes at dinner,
I love to drink the good wines,
Like a winery for a king,
With some game.

Sometimes at dinner,
A dish of tempting meats,
Then fill my bladder with some beers,
And feel no pain.