We love our spuds and meats,
And those pickled up pigs feet.
All the morsels that we worship we so long,
And that Manwich stirs us on.
And that fudge mint ate it gone,
Take pride in Shogun flings 'til early dawn.

I'll eat my hat 'fore I'll eat substitution,
Eat men's chow at a men's institution.
Eat it rare double cheese and ground round,
Then smoke a big cigar and say,
This food is OK,
And I'll make this decree today,
This Food is just for men.

Then chase it with some rum,
151 proof stong,
And we don't like it, no jello molds at all.
We just love to eat wild game,
We're right home on the range.
Table manners are not shown, whatever for?

I'll eat my hat 'fore I'll eat substitution,
Eat men's chow at a men's institution.
Eat it rare double cheese and ground round,
Then smoke a big cigar and say,
This food is OK,
And I'll make this decree today,
This Food is just for men.
Yo, Ho!

Those Keebler Elves double choc'late's a ride,
We don't eat anything we don't test drive.
Hoagies wrapped in paper with swiss cheese and rye,
But it just don't need homogenized to fly.
Ohhh yeah!

Just something about meats,
So just don't try no quiche on me,
And still Shogun's is our place, for stir fry.
There is never no food left,
We eat everything in sight,
And our hunger's all grown stronger overnight.


I'll eat my hat 'fore I'll eat substitution,
Eat men's chow at a men's institution.
Eat it rare double cheese and ground round,
Then smoke a big cigar and say,
This food is OK,
And I'll make this decree today,
This Food is just for men.
Food is just for men.
Yo, ho.!

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Taste this new sauce,
Taste's like the old sauce.