Christ Centered Gamer

So here's mine...And I think it's a song of hope.

I heard that there was some salted pork,
in the fridge, could be mine or yours.
But you don't really care about bacon, do you?
I sliced some bread, I sliced some lettuce,
only to find, we had no tomatoes,
It's a cold and it's a broken, bacon sandwich.

Ba-con sam-mich
Ba-con sam-mich
Ba-con Sam-mich
Ba-con sam-a-a-am-am-wich.

I tried again, and found hotdogs.
I grabbed a bun, then read the words.
Low fat, are you kidding, what's wrong with you?
I threw the things back in the drawer,
why don't we have good food anymore?
They're low fat and I'd rather bad tofu.

Eat bad to-fu
Eat a doo-doo
Eat bad to-fu
Eat a doo-oo-o-doo-doo

One last time, I opened the door
Could I find what I was looking for,
then in the corner a cardboard package drew me.
Oh frabjous day, calloo, callay,
it's nothing less then pepperoni,
Thank heavens I have found some food at last.

Half a piz-za,
Little Cea-sers
Half a pizza,
Halefoo-oo-ood-ya.