SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

This CHALLENGE! was posted by popular demand (it would seem) and/or by thread creep from another thread. (For info, check out this thread).  The CHALLENGE! was to write a song about food -- your favorite food, your least favorite food, the things in your refrigerator, etc. Any food-based topic was fine.

Bring That Big Ole Can Of Spam Home, Dad by Áine
(Tune: In Them Ole Cotton Fields Back Home)

Áine's Comments:  Here's the promised "l'hommage au Spam" -- and a little bit of "hommage" to Mommy and Daddy, too.

When I was a little bitty baby,
My daddy would work from morn to night,
Settin' type at the Dallas News downtown.
When the bills took all his check,
And no food left, what the heck,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

Chorus:
Well, Mom would fry it, bake it, dice it,
She knew sixty ways to slice it,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!
In macaroni or on the griddle,
Served up raw or fried up brittle,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

There was two pairs of shoes a year,
No more than that, they were too dear,
In those days so long ago.
Brown eggs instead of white,
No store-bought clothes that fit just right,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

Chorus

I never knew no wall-to-wall,
Black dial phone sittin' in the hall,
Grey Packard parked in the drive outside.
Collectin' bottles to sell for cash,
Buyin' potatoes for Mom to mash,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

Chorus

Never had no washer or dryer,
Momma worked hard, how it would tire her,
Hanging all those wet clothes on the line.
Knew all the neighbors by their name,
Being poor it weren't no shame,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

Chorus

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