SPAM, SPAM, you wonderful treat,
Baked, fried or grilled,
You are "crazy tasty" to eat
Breakfast, Lunch, or Dinner,
You are the clear winner.
There really is no compare,
As your aroma fills the air.
SPAM in the morning,
Diced with scrambled eggs.
Or maybe in an omelet,
smothered with cheese.
Whatever the way,
You're sure to please.
Then there's lunch
With SPAM on a bun,
Fried up slightly brown
Until it is done.
Oh SPAM, Oh SPAM,
You are sure to thrill,
Whether cooked over a fire,
or on the grill.
Oh, what's in that can?
A little pork shoulder
and a whole lotta ham!!
70 years and still going strong,
Did you think you'd be around that long?
1937 must have been a great year,
Mr Hormel turned the world on it's ear!
When I'm at the store,
it can be an awful bore,
but then i see that little blue tin,
and think of all the deliciousness within!
Some people give you grief,
but I just shake my head in disbelief,
because i know how you make me feel,
and that yummy taste is for real!
So next time you're looking at a can,
Go ahead, pick it up and fry it in a pan.
Take my advice, you'd better buy two,
Because leaving someone out will make them blue.
SPAM! Gotta Love It!