some heavy tune
stopped me halfway home
and nailed me right there
so I picked a fruit
a round thing
and mystified it
the further we were walking
the more I knew
if I would start to bite from top
the bottom'ld laugh at me
hit my forehead struck my shoulder
the fruit was glowing
hit the sidewalk taxi cab stopped
and left me hungry
hit mind or ham this town ain't good for nothing
hit mind or ham this town ain't good for nothing
some butcher girl
opened up her shop
and put a smile on
she threw a plate
with a pile of ham
and so I tasted it
we're proud of it we love it
the best ham you ever knew
if all this town would like our ham
we wouldn't be here
hit mind or ham this town ain't good for nothing
hit mind or ham this town ain't good for nothing
I'm gonna sell my senses
