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You'll eat meat And love a bacon sarnie When you're ****** You'll smash a biryani But when it comes to Chopped pork, rinds and ham No one wants to eat spam In the Great War We survived on rations And beat zee Germans With ******* passion The lads didn't complain About what they had to eat Whether it was a le carte Or mashed-up meat But these days That's not your jam And no one wants to eat spam It's great in a fry up And ******* lovely in a butty Get the kettle on And get comfy And enjoy A cup of ******* tea And eat your spam Perfect with ketchup or HP And don't complain That it ain't real meat Just get it in your gob And enjoy this tasty treat But most of you Are to blame And like the majority Don't think it's the same You're into avocados Poached eggs and all that And can't stand the thought Of a chopped pig in a can When you were young You should've listened to your nan Now it's a ******* shame No one wants to eat spam
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Spam
You'll eat meat And love a bacon sarnie When you're ****** You'll smash a biryani But when it comes to Chopped pork, rinds and ham No one wants to eat spam In the Great War We survived on rations And beat zee Germans With ******* passion The lads didn't complain About what they had to eat Whether it was a le carte Or mashed-up meat But these days That's not your jam And no one wants to eat spam It's great in a fry up And ******* lovely in a butty Get the kettle on And get comfy And enjoy A cup of ******* tea And eat your spam Perfect with ketchup or HP And don't complain That it ain't real meat Just get it in your gob And enjoy this tasty treat But most of you Are to blame And like the majority Don't think it's the same You're into avocados Poached eggs and all that And can't stand the thought Of a chopped pig in a can When you were young You should've listened to your nan Now it's a ******* shame No one wants to eat spam
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
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