Meat Coma

Everyone I know is a vegetarian
Everyone I know has a strong opinion
About the things they allow inside their mouth
So when I want meat, I've got to sneak around
Once I eschewed flesh for a number of years
The company I kept was all academic queers
But I had a need inside aching to be filled
So I ignored the advice and I want back to Rockville

Barbecue barbecue come to my table
I want to consume as much as I'm able
I want to eat my weight and then take some home
I want to slip into a meat coma

Take me to the grille, to the churrascaria
Stuff me to the gills with a panoply of
Chicken, beef, lamb, til I'm well done
Til the salty bits of fat quit melting on my tongue
Lord forgive my appetite has gone to my head
I got a hunger so deep and it must be fed
I am what I eat and I am made of meat
My appetite's whet from the sizzling heat

Barbecue barbecue come to my table
I want to consume as much as I'm able
I'm a glutton for a little taste of home
I want to slip into a meat coma

Barbecue barbecue come to my table
I want to consume as much as I'm able
I want to go out like an imperial Roman
I want to slip into a meat coma