Hello, Nestle, my old friend.
I've come to dine on you again.
I've got a craving, slight mad'ning,
For a treat that's sweet and fat'ning.
And no vision of a salad, in my brain,
Shall sustain,
Cause I love pounds of chocolate.

In grocery stores, I walk along,
Singing the Almond Joy song.
Got a basket full of gummies.
I got some nut rolls to fill my tummy.
When my eyes do spy, past the cereal and the wine,
It's aisle nine.
Here lies the pounds of chocolate.

The Mounds and Snickers fill my cart.
The Hershey's Kisses warm my heart.
Hostess Cupcakes and an eclaire.
Milk or dark, man, I don't care.
Cashier rings me up. My total's four-o-three.
That don't phase me.
I love my pounds of chocolate.

"Fool," said Doc, "You do not know,
Chocolate's not good for you, no.
Has eating veggies crossed your brain?
How about fruits or maybe grain?"
But his words, in left, out the right.
You cannot take my pounds of chocolate.

I think rice cakes taste like lead.
I'll take my Kit Kat's instead.
And I find spinach disgusting.
It's for Resse's that I'm lusting.
I'll always say, "You can keep your yougart
That's fat-free and your Diet Cokes."
You silly old blokes.
And I'll keep my dear pounds of chocolate.