When I was an little bitty gator,
My Mamma would toss me in a crater.
I crawled back out to find something to chomp.
But I couldn’t get a waiter,
So I told them, “Later.”
Wound up taking a romp right through the swamp.
Meats, veggies and sauces,
Added together all willy-nilly.
And that’s the basic premise,
Of my awesome bachelor chili!
I like chicken,
I like beef.
Put some food,
Between my teef!
Watching the snow fall down from above,
While Sammy and I are lying in bed.
Silence is pierced by screaming winds,
And all of the voices inside my head.
The time has come, my waiter said,
To talk of many things.
Sandwiches with tater tots?
Chili fries or frings?
Sammy and I are not quite the same,
I am a human, she es el gato.
The thing however, we both love,
Is a tasty tuna taco!
Went to the kitchen for some salsa,
Came back to make a tasty tostada.
But Sammy had run off to the Ramada,
With every bit of my carne asada!
Wish I had a herd of guanacos,
So I could make some tasty tacos.
Or maybe they would make a grand tostada,
Unless I add them to a frittata.