I'm wokkin'--gonna feed,
I chuck in caraway seed.
I open pods of edamame.

I throw in some sesame,
I listen to "Besame,"*
I open a beer that's so zesty.

What'm I gonna do if the wok gets dry?
Pour a little oil right down the side.
Otherwise, the food might get fried.
Gotta make sure the temp isn't too high.

I'm wokkin'--gonna feed,
I'm choppin' up this fine steed,
Once lopin' and shod to get best speed.

I roped 'im clandestinely,
He weighed in at 1403,
I'll smoke 'im
With chips of hickory.

Some folks say that the flesh is kinda dry.
All I can say: I'd tired of rides.
I'll make canine and feline sides,
And after I dined, I will tan the hides.

I'm wokkin--gonna feed,
Bought stock in a company
That's op'nin' an equine eatery.


"Besame Mucho," a song that's been done by just about every crooner.