You're My Meat — Joe Jackson

Outside in and inside out you're my meat Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat From your feet to your head you knock me dead, you're my meat I got you covered but baby, you're my meat

In the days of old when knights were bold They were pious and modest I'm told Can't you see that couldn't be me I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams

It excites me so because I know you're my meat Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat

In the days of old when knights were bold They were pious and modest I'm told Can't you see that couldn't be me I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams It excites me so because I know you're my meat Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat

Fat and forty but lordy lordy . . . you're my meat