Pork

{fast chicken-picking guitar riff} {upbeat driving

rhythm} (yee-haw!)

Justin says, “No pork for me,

I’ve given up the swine,” He shakes his head at sausages,

Says, “Mate, I’m doing fine.” Chris is sitting there convinced,

He thinks the bloke’s reformed,

But Justin’s got a bacon stash That’s crispy,

hot and warm.

Ohhh,

Justin loves the pork,

Justin loves the pig,

Give him bacon, give him ham,

He’ll eat the bloody lot — it’s big!

He tells poor Chris,

“I never would, I’ve left those days behind,” Then orders bacon

cheeseburgers The second Chris goes blind!

“No pepperoni pizza, mate,

No sausage rolls for me,”

While secretly he’s dreaming of

A full pork jamboree.

A double bacon cheeseburger,

With bacon piled up high,

Justin takes one massive bite And sheds a happy tear from his

eye.

Ohhh,

Justin loves the pork,

He cannot stay away,

He’d marry a bacon cheeseburger If the law allowed one day.

Chris believes his every word,

The wind-up’s going strong,

While Justin’s eating rashers As we sing this stupid song!

Pork chops! Bacon! Sausages too!

Justin says, “I hate them!” We know that isn’t true!

Gammon! Crackling! A burger stacked with cheese!

Justin sees a bacon butty:

“Just one… alright, then three.”

{blazing

electric country guitar solo} {fast

triple-stop licks}

Ohhh, Justin loves the pork,

The secret’s finally out,

He sees a bacon cheeseburger And begins to scream and shout!

So Chris, when you discover

That the whole thing was a lie,

Just know that Justin loves his pork… AND BACON TILL HE DIES!

{explosive final chord}