I saw the pie on the plate as I passed by the kitchen
I smelt the aroma of pork as it wafted by
Pies are my passion
I just turned back for the plate and that porky pie.
My my my porky pie
Pork pork pork porky pie
I could see this diet was no good for me
But I was an addict and I just couldn't break free.
Later that day once the cook went away I was waiting
I crossed the hall to the larder and I opened the door
I
stood there naked
I felt the knife in my hand and pork pie was no more.
My my my porky pie
Pork pork pork porky pie
So before she comes back to bake 20 more
Forgive me Weightwatchers, I just couldn't take it no more.
Instrumental
I stood there scoffing
I felt the knife in my hand and I broke off some more!