My name is Mrs. Taylor, I have goutI'm really fat, so check me out.My rumpus is huge, and not too tinyMy voice is quiet, but not my hineyI'm the man with the masta' hamWatches are the hands that strangle my neckThe twisted metal of a huge car wreckI clean my plate till there's not left a speckI'm sure glad my name's not MelkisideckI'm the man with the masta' ham (oh yeah!)I'm the manI'm the manI'm the man with the masta' ham (oh yeah!)I'm the manI'm the manI'm the man with the masta' ham (oh yeah!)I have a phobia about watches beepingI don't care about the classes teachingI definitely would rather be sleepingFor the Slim Fast I'm always reachingAbout the number 2 I'm always preaching(music stops)BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP(music starts)I'm the manI'm the manI'm the man with the masta' ham(repeat and fade)Voices: Rice-A-Roni, the San Francisco Treat.I'm outta here!