I am a fan of food. I am a fan of song. BUT I AM NOT A FAN OF FOOD IN SONG.
I can't hang. Here are some prime examples:
Jimmy Buffet - Cheeseburger Paradise
Not zucchini, fettucini or Bulgar wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Tom Waits - Eggs & Sausage
Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries, what kind of pie?
One of the great American songwriters singing about eggs and sausage. Gimme a break. This DOES NOT make me hungry. It only make me NAUSEOUS. Ramble on you bean-brained trash mongrel.
Tech N9ne - O.G.
I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates
Strawberry baked bean mixed plate
Strawberry baked bean mixed plate
Last time I was in Kansas City I ate at one of the region's most famous BBQ establishments: GATES. Prior to the meal, I was introduced to Tech N9ne's song about the joint. It did not get me excited about my future endeavor, but instead forced me to cringe uncontrollably. The meal was DECENT. The real spectacle was the food's effect on my guttural region, which continued to produce potent gas fumes for the following two weeks.
I'm done talking about food within song. I have a comedic routine to prepare for.
I AM THE KANG
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