When the pigs die down in the abattoir in town
People are really disgusted
I’m workin’ for Hormel, ya smell me, you can tell
The swine, their skulls I have busted
A-workin’ for Hormel, nametag, it says “Pam”
I’m workin’ out there turnin' gullets into Spam

Well my buddy Jim Bass, he's a-workin' pumpin' gas
And he makes four-fifty for an hour
He can’t afford no treats, so he’s eatin’ Potted Meat*
He sits on the john for an hour
A-workin’ for Hormel, nametag, it says “Pam”
I’m workin’ out there turnin' rennets* into Spam


Ah, the Minnesota* pigs are the greatest in the world
Each one's a Spam in the making
Slaughter every one, make sausages and ham
The carcass is there for Spam-makin’
A-workin' for Hormel, nametag, it says “Pam”
I’m workin’ out there turnin' pig noses to Spam

A-workin' for Hormel, nametag, it says “Pam”
I’m workin’ out there turnin' hog scraps into Spam


When the pigs die down in the abattoir in town
People are really disgusted
I’m workin’ for Hormel, ya smell me, you can tell
The swine, their skulls I have busted
A-workin’ for Hormel, nametag, it says “Pam”
I’m workin’ out there turnin' pig guts into Spam


A-workin’ for Hormel, nametag, it says “Pam”
I’m workin’ out there turnin' hog noses to Spam
Workin’ out there turnin' pork fat into Spam
Workin’ out there turnin' trotters* into Spam

Workin’ out there turnin' waste pork into Spam, into Spam
Workin’ out there turnin' hog scraps into Spam, into Spam