Chicken in boxes and burgers in bars,on the streets and in cars,everyone eats as if it's their last ever meal.
Did you ever feel that the whole world's a mouth and we're all going South or just me?
I see take aways being taken and salt being shaken on chips and on cod and I do think it odd that no one is satisfied with stone baked,grilled or deep fat fried and I've tried to resist the nice crisp of a pizza as sold in the hut but I'm just a man.
I can no more remain stoic, and I'm not that heroic that I would starve before eating,the fact is food's beating me down.

I could go into town and come back weighted down with bags full of haddock and tatties,sporadically I get these mad urges to merge into mutton become a glutton for punishment.
A lamb's not what I am
I am a man and can resist,deep crispy pancakes and sweet toasted lakes of fresh maple syrup,
but the indent is there and it's food that I care for,I swear I would die for and it's there,why should I wait for a blessing from you.
Come on and join in,come and give it a spin let's pig out together,whether you like it or not,it's food that is hot and it's fashion today,
so what do you say to a pie?