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What's It To Ya?


You've heard there was a yummy food
That dufus ate, and t'was very good
But you don't really care for breakfast, do you?
It goes like this
In it's own grease
The minor heat, major release
I love to cook my bacon what's it to ya?

What's it to ya, what's it to ya?
What's it to ya?
What's it tooooo-oo-oo-oo ya?

Your hunger's strong but I, like a goof,
I saw it call to me on the hoof
It's beauty in the barnyard overthrew you
I carved it in my kitchen lair
I broke it's bones and cut it bare
And from my lips you drew the "What's it to ya?"

What's it to ya, what's it to ya?
What's it to ya?
What's it tooooo-oo-oo-oo ya?

Baby I have been here before
I know this pork, I've asked for more
I used to fry alone before I knew you
I've seen you cook home fries with starch
My eyes they lifted in an arch
It's a cold and it's a broken "What's it to ya?"


What's it to ya, what's it to ya?
What's it to ya?
What's it tooooo-oo-oo-oo ya?

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on you know
But now you never ask me for it do you?
And remember when we both ate it
Before your crazy diet shit
And not a breath we drew was "What's it to ya?"

What's it to ya, what's it to ya?
What's it to ya?
What's it tooooo-oo-oo-oo ya?

Maybe there's sausage above
But all I've ever learned my love
Was how to fry up bacon, serve it to you
It's not a food you can cook at night
It's just something one prepares just right
It's not cold but it's crispy, Hallelujah

What's it to ya, what's it to ya?
What's it to ya?
What's it tooooo-oo-oo-oo ya?

You say I eat it again, again
I don't even know it's name
But of course I do, it's bacon, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light beneath the pan
As I fry some more for our dog Dan
And me, not you, and me "What's it to ya?"

What's it to ya, what's it to ya?
What's it to ya?
What's it tooooo-oo-oo-oo ya?

I did my best, it wasn't much
Bacon, eggs, toast, fries and such
I've cooked the stuff, I poured the juice, just for you
And even though it looks so sweet
I'll stand before the Lord of Meat
With bacon on my tongue, yes, Hallelujah

What's it to ya, what's it to ya?
What's it to ya?
What's it tooooo-oo-oo-oo ya?


With apologies to Leonard Cohen and Porky Pig







Comments

quirkyloon said…
I'm just grateful it wasn't an ode to poutine. heh heh

Mmmm, bacon. Me likey. A lot. *smile*
nonamedufus said…
My love for Cohen is only exceeded by bacon. This parody was a natural.

Poutine? You're starting to give me ideas.
Nicky said…
Dear Mr. Dufus,

Mr. Cohen accepts your apology and forgives you. Mr. Pig, however, remains unmoved. Especially after your last Pause, Ponder and PigMeat. He demands his pound of flesh. Actually, he demands his pound of flesh be removed from your frying pan.

Sincerely,

Cheesum, Duzzent, Hurtem
Attorneys At Slaw
nonamedufus said…
It's too late. His strips have been fried to a gentle crisp. Th-th-th-th-that's all folks.

Leonard Cohen forgives me? Really? He hates all the covers of this song. Everybody knows.
Mike said…
Now you got me thinking of other Cohen/Bacon songs. Pig in a Fryer?

Like a pig. Like a pig in a fryer. With some eggs, warmed up by the fire. Etc.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, I like that one Mike. Or how about "first we take saus-ag-es, then we take bacon".
Mike said…
I think you've got a number one song on your hands.
nonamedufus said…
Heck between us we may have enough for an album. "Bacon does Cohen". I love it.

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