I'M A SAVAGE FOR BACON AND CABBAGE
Songwriter?

CHORUS: I'm a savage for bacon and cabbage.
Some call it bubble and squeak.
My tummy starts achin' when I see the bacon.
With the smell of the cabbage I'm weak.
If you're Irish then next to white puddin',
Whether you're big or you're small,
You'll always go for the bacon and cabbage
'Cos that is the best feed of all.

1. When we were young, on a Sunday for dinner,
The mammy would stand by the pot,
Cooking the bacon along with the cabbage
And serving them up nice and hot.
Me father would cut up the bacon,
Then throw down a bit to the cat.
There would be a big scene as we fought for the lean
But I always wound up with the fat. CHORUS

2. When I'd be heading to somebody's wedding,
A few pints the first thing I need;
Then when I'm able, I'd move to the table,
Ready to eat a good feed.
I don't want your starters or afters,
The ould square of butter or bun.
Just give me a big plate of bacon and cabbage
And I'll belch like a bull when I'm done. CHORUS

3. When you go for a nosh in hotel real posh,
They'll give you a menu to read,
But you'd need the knowledge of ten years in college
To find out the food that you need.
Don't bother with all that ould rubbish.
Ask for the meal you love best.
A big hape (heap) of spuds with the bacon and cabbage,
Man! that will put hair on your chest. CHORUS TWICE