'Nuther SPAM one. (oh, another tidbit of info that you really didn't need to know, but oh well: My friend met the guy who shoveled the first load of spam ever!)

The SPAM Blues. (To the tune of Heartbreak Hotel by Elvis) (Anyone want to help with the title?)

Stepped outta my house this evenin'.
Tryin' to find some food (to eat).
Went on down to the corner store,
But all they had was canned meat!

Oh I'm so hungry baby.
Oh I'm so hungry.
Oh I'm so hungry, I could die.

Now I may not be the smartest,
But I know one thing for sure,
If I eat some o' that there SPAM,
My insides will rupture.

Oh I'm so hungry baby.
Oh I'm so hungry.
Oh I'm so hungry, I could die.

So I'm standing in the corner store,
Looking longingly at the shelves,
Thought I might try some o' that there SPAM,
To satisfy my self.

Oh I'm so hungry baby.
Oh I'm so hungry.
Oh I'm so hungry, I could die.

Well I bought all o' that there SPAM,
I took it all home to eat.
I fried it all up in a nice clean pan,
And almost died from the heat.

Oh I'm so hungry baby.
Oh I'm so hungry.
Oh I'm so hungry, I could die.

Guitar/Piano solo. for a while.

It was an hour before I could touch it,
And by that time I was almost dead,
I took one whiff of the smell of the stuff,
And almost fell right on my head.

Oh I'm so hungry baby.
Oh I'm so hungry.
Oh I'm so hungry, I could die.

~Barky