[Verse 1]
The sun beats down on the factory floor
My belly's grumblin', I can't take no more
I got a dollar and a hungry, empty ache
For somethin' hearty, for goodness' sake
I see that gleam, that chrome and glassy face
A sandwich waitin' in that metal place
It says "Pork Chop Special," lookin' kinda grand
But listen close now to my warnin' hand.
[Chorus]
Don't bite that pork chop from the vending machine,
That greasy promise is a food-poisonin' dream,
Leave it there—let it stay, stay clean.
[Verse 2]
I saw old Billy grab one just last week
Said it smelled funny, but he couldn't speak
Took a bite, a big ol' chomp and chew
Then his face went pale, a sickly shade of blue
He spent the night with cramps and sweats, it's true
[Chorus]
Don't bite that pork chop from the vending machine,
That greasy promise is a food-poisonin' dream,
Leave it there—let it stay, stay clean.
[Chorus]
Don't bite that pork chop from the vending machine,
That greasy promise is a food-poisonin' dream,
Leave it there—let it stay, stay clean.
