Well let me tell you a story about a ham sandwich named Nate
poor little guy couldn't keep from gittin ate...
Then one day when he was about to be chew'd
They opened up the lid and sent him down the chute
(Toliet that is...Too moldy...
Brown furry stuff all over it... Nasty)

Well next thing you know ole' Nate is living free
Floating down stream in a pocket full of pee
Till he shot out and hit a bum in the mouth
Even a scraggly ole bum had to spit him out!
(Gross that is... tastes like pee...
lok'd like one big fur ball..)

In the mud Nate did land,
By then his fur was getting outta hand,
Carolinans thought it was a nice piece of land!
So now a days that's were Stanley stands!
(On a moldy ham sandwich that is...
Years of bacteria... nasty!)

Well its time to say good bye to Nate and all his friends
And they'd would like to thank you folks for kindly droppin in
Your all invited back to this locality
T'have another heap of hospitality!
Rednecks that is! Don't drink the water, don't eat the grass!
But ya'll come back now... ya here!?