Paris, Texas.






I heard it once that
Human flesh tasted like pork.
Somehow I think this will work!

I'm an underachiever endowed
With silver cutlery: knife and fork.

I wasn't born silver spoon in hand.
My complexion isn't tanned,
For a month now I've been
Reading "Alice in Wonderland."

I'm in a high state of risk;
I'm only calming down when burning
Naked ladies on a compact disk.

Somehow my RAM memory fails me.
Have I seen you on xvideos or youporn?

Nobody had my agreement about being born,

Yet it's fun over here.
Yet I'm afraid I'm growing white
At the rate of Richard Gere.

It is polite to ignite a kite like Frankenstein,
It is bright catching a flight like Jeffrey Epstein.

I was a midnight rider on a cloud of smoke,
I would choke at how broke I was in fact,
Wasn't my business to entice or to attract.

An old hag walks in a kindergarten
Says "that kid has nice personality."

The educator says 'choose one'
"Normality, legality, frugality."

I'm on my own two feet,
My abdomen is ripped.
I tic-tac like your Rolex clock.

For half a week I'm alone in my crib,
Got a Di Caprio daisy
And the charisma of Barry Gibb.

For five years to-date I've been
Putting on the Ritz,
Through the glamour and glitz.

I hate to terrify and I hate to disappoint,
My friend,
There's no point on having this joint.

What we should do
Is pinpoint our starting point.

So human flesh does taste like pork...
Give me a knife and a fork!
I'll chew this wonderful dish
Like I was the Duke of York.

Hamburgers just aren't for the likes of me;
Unless you're pulling a healthy lung from your pantry.

There's milk in the Milky Way,
We're definitely not alone in the Universe,

But now that my hair is half grey
I'll have to learn to adapt, learn to obey.

My goodness! I hope I can keep still,
I never had a better time
And I guess I never will.

And while we're in here having so much fun
There's paranormal activity
On the other side of town, at Area 51.

Keep quiet kids, the ceremony has begun...

My goodness! I hope I can keep still,
I never had a better time
And I guess I never will.

So if human tastes like pork
How come people prefer beef?

My belief is you should actually
Brief our beloved commander-in-chief.

I enjoy my lungs medium-rare or blue,
And if I'm so aristocratic then so are you,

Let's have a starter, spleen tartare,
Followed by a mild csabai and brawn.
Assort that fried tripe with a prawn.

My goodness! I hope I can keep still,
I never had a better time
And I guess I never will.

The soup is hot, allow me to blow,
Forty years been doing literary prose
And I did not know,
Yet this much I do avow
I'm cleaning these dishes like a cow.

My goodness! I hope I can keep still,
I never had a better time
And I guess I never will.

I'm shrugging away from fame
Though it's cool when people know your name...

I'm taking the blame and the shame
If this platter of food is actually poor quality.
I am a connoisseur to food
Like Buridan's donkey to causality.

My goodness! I hope I can keep still,
I never had a better time
And I guess I never will.

Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.
Broken promises gone with the wind.

Give me half a leg and I'll have a roast.
After that we can make a toast.

My goodness! I hope I can keep still,
I never had a better time
And I guess I never will.

Tonight we're fine-dining in New York
Uncork that wine and let us dine
Be wary though
That human flesh tastes like pork...