My name is Mrs. Taylor, I have gout  I'm really fat, so check me out.  My rumpus is huge, and not too tiny  My voice is quiet, but not my hiney  I'm the man with the masta' ham  Watches are the hands that strangle my neck  The twisted metal of a huge car wreck  I clean my plate till there's not left a speck  I'm sure glad my name's not Melkisideck  I'm the man with the masta' ham (oh yeah!)  I'm the man  I'm the man  I'm the man with the masta' ham (oh yeah!)  I'm the man  I'm the man  I'm the man with the masta' ham (oh yeah!)  I have a phobia about watches beeping  I don't care about the classes teaching  I definitely would rather be sleeping  For the Slim Fast I'm always reaching  About the number 2 I'm always preaching  (music stops)  BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP  (music starts)  I'm the man  I'm the man  I'm the man with the masta' ham  (repeat and fade)  Voices: Rice-A-Roni, the San Francisco Treat.  I'm outta here!