Bake Me A Country Ham      I was sitting there, with my fork in hand   Staring at my lousy ravioli can   As she walked right in and said to me   Is there any way that I can make your day complete   I told her if there’s anyway you can   Could you grease up that old metal roasting pan      And bake me a country ham   Honey glazed with a side of yams    Leave it in till it’s golden brown   Pineapples all the way around   Let the sweet smell fill the air   Serve it to me in my underwear   I’m tired of eating imitation Spam   Could you bake me a country ham      I looked at her, with hungry eyes   She asked if I needed ketchup for my curly fries   I held my breath I could hardly wait   For my little slice of heaven on that Dixie plate   I could feel the juices running down my chin   As my stomach started singing once again      Could you bake me a country ham    Honey glazed with a side of yams   Leave it in till it’s golden brown   Pineapples all the way around   Let the sweet smell fill the air   Serve it to me in my easy chair   I’m tired of eating imitation Spam   Could you bake me a country ham      Could bake me a country ham   Honey glazed with a side of yams   Leave it in till it’s golden brown   Pineapples all the way around    Serve it to me in my underwear   I m tired of eating imitation Spam   Could you bake me a country ham   Let the sweet smell fill the air!