A parody of Will Smith's "Miami"
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, uh
My Spami
Southbeach, bringing the meat, uh.
Haha, gonna eat that?
Gonna eat that?
Piggin' out, uh.
Here I am in the place where my belt let go.
My Spami the taste, but the fat ain't low.
Everyday like a Marti Gras.
Everybody eat my way
All night, all day, okay?
So we snack a little something and then refill.
Me and Charlie at McDonald's running up a high bill.
Nothin' less than fill,
'till we're sick and ill.
Tell ya' eating this much is overkill!
Y'all feel meat?
All ages and places.
Cookout with neighbors. Every different flavor.
Chicken, liver, hamburger, bacon,
fish, pork, sausage or steak'n.
I want to go to someplace for Cajun,
but every time we go I always wind up payin'.
So many kinds of meat, it's amazin'!
My Spami the taste that keeps the roof blazin'.
Chorus:
Party in the city where the grill is on.
I'll fry all the beef 'till the break of dawn.
Try some of My Spami,
then some hot dogs and salami.
Bouncin' in the club where the grill is on.
I'll fry all the beef 'till the break of dawn.
I'm gonna eat My Spami.
This fatty food My Spami.
You and me go to the Food Court and meander.
Walk by KFC and see Cornell Sanders.
Cashiers gotta wear that freaky hat.
They be screamin' out, "Hey you want fries with that?"
There's Taco Bell with that cool chiwawa.
Try a burrito, cause you know you wanna.
McDonald's is great; they be sellin' the beef.
Manager, get to ya'; he's about to teach
Five hundred trainees,
From the A's to the Z's
With the kids and mommies
Wanting Beanie Babies.
Pizza Hut is in the house with the extra cheese,
Or peppers, mushrooms, or anchovies.
Pocket full of dough, we'll stop at Co-Go's.
Grab a Slurpie and off we go.
7-11 is a place that you can't diss,
And if you ask how I know I hafta feed myself.
CHORUS
Don't get me wrong, hoagies got it goin' on.
And New York strip steaks just can't be beat.
And we all love those pies on the Fourth of July,
But for me, dessert is no big deal.
Y'all don't understand.
I've never seen so many flavors since the Good Humor Man.
Tell ya' this is my plan,
Eat a pie made of peach, eat a can of Spam.
Gimmie a lick.
Chocolate so tasty.
I love it a lot.
Strawberry, next is cherry, finally raspberry.
I'd get down on my knees for coffee or peach.
Chocolate covered waffle cones, hard to spot em'.
Sugar cones, cake cones, e'ybody got em'.
Next thing I'll try is a blackberry pie and a scone.
My Spami, make it known.
CHORUS X2
Party in the city where the grill is on!
November 1999
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