Outside in and inside out you're my meat 
Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat 
From your feet to your head you knock me dead, you're my meat 
I got you covered but baby, you're my meat 
In the days of old when knights were bold 
They were pious and modest I'm told 
Can't you see that couldn't be me 
I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams 
It excites me so because I know you're my meat 
Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat
In the days of old when knights were bold 
They were pious and modest I'm told 
Can't you see that couldn't be me 
I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams 
It excites me so because I know you're my meat 
Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat 
Fat and forty but lordy lordy . . . you're my meat