She Dances With Meat - Pinkard/Bowden

She wakes up every day

Fixes breakfast for Harry

She promises she made

On the day she was married

The kids eat their oatmeal

With faces so bright

It's a matter of pride with her

But she does everything right

And when Harry hurries away

To his business in Des Moines

She goes to the Frigidaire

And takes out her favorite pork loin

Then she dances with meat

She waltzes a mile on the kitchen tile

She's amazingly light on her feet

When she dances with meat

Exhausted she falls on the bed with a sigh

Remembering the pork chops she loved

Back at Roosevelt High

And when everyone is asleep

And certain that no one will wake

She tiptoes down to the furnace room

Where she's hidden a porterhouse steak

Then she dances with meat

She waltzes a mile on the kitchen tile

She's amazingly light on her feet

When she dances with meat

She's tried everything from bananas to toast

But nothing beats cheek to cheek with a rump roast

She dances with meat

She walks to tomorrow

The pigeon turn up

She's amazingly light on her feet

She dances

She prances

She dances romances with meat

Ding dong ding dong

Hallelujah

Ding dong ding dong

Hallelujah

Ding dong ding dong

Hallelujah

Ding dong ding dong

Hallelujah

Ding dong ding dong

Hallelujah

Ding dong ding dong

Hallelujah

Ding dong ding dong