Bake Me A Country Ham

I was sitting there, with my fork in hand

Staring at my lousy ravioli can

As she walked right in and said to me

Is there any way that I can make your day complete

I told her if there's anyway you can

Could you grease up that old metal roasting pan

And bake me a country ham

Honey glazed with a side of yams

Leave in it till it's golden brown

Pineapples all the way around

Let the sweet smell fill the air

Serve it to me in my underwear

I'm tired of eating imitation Spam

Could you bake me a country ham

I looked at her, with hungry eyes

She asked if I needed ketchup for my curly fries

I held my breath I could hardly wait

For my little slice of heaven on that Dixie plate

I could feel the juices running down my chin

As my stomach started singing once again

Could you bake me a country ham

Honey glazed with a side of yams

Leave it in till it's golden brown

Pineapples all the way around

Let the sweet smell fill the air

Serve it to me in my easy chair

I'm tired of eating imitation Spam

Could you bake me a country ham

Could bake me a country ham

Honey glazed with a side of yams

Leave it in till it's golden brown

Pineapples all the way around

Serve it to me in my underwear

I m tired of eating imitation Spam

Could you bake me a country ham