He was eating Twinkies, as he drove along the highway
Listening to Merle Haggard and his band
He didn't see the semi, as he came around the corner
And he died with his Ding Dong in his hand!

Oh yes he died with his Ding Dong in his hand
He scattered cream filled cupcakes 'cross the land
One of life's great big no-no's,
He was reaching for his Ho-Ho's
And he died with his Ding Dong in his hand

He was a country singer, who was eatin' Zingers
As he sang with a red-hot country band
The band was really smokin', 'til the singer started chokin'
And he died with his Ding Dong in his hand!

Yes he died with his Ding Dong in his hand
That last song he sang was really grand
He thought he was the mostest, 'til he bit that big fat Hostess
And he died with his Ding Dong in his hand!

Yes, he died with his Ding-Dong in his hand
He scattered cream-filled cupcakes 'cross the land
Well, I hope and I pray that when I reach that fateful day,
I will die with a great big humongous Ding-Dong… or a severely large Suzy-Q… maybe some of them powdered doughnuts that they leave out on the shelf at the local stop & rob for about three years… in my hand (Stavro Arrgolus)

see a performance by "The Indian and the White Guy":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qz40CLVsxpw