In part one my wife wanted to go out and eat just like we normally did on the weekend.
But because of her continuous harassing about me eating to much, I had changed my eating trend.
So she jumped in her car and left me for restaurants unknown,
just like a dog after a bone.

Anyway, she returned an hour later,
still fuming like a hungry alligator.
She had all these bags in hand,
come to find out she only went to the vegetable and fruit stand.
I asked her if she ate anything,
she responded, nothing.

I could tell because until my wife eats, the hungry alligator in her growls.
And I don't get to many smiles.

She knows that she eats to much also,
so I guess this is why her eating spree was a no go.
My attention to our bad eating habits,
influenced her withdrawal from trying to eat all the rabbits.

Of course her mother,
influencing you need not bother.
She's on a seefood diet,
see food and eat it.
Rabbits, pigs, cows and anything eatable,
ends up on her table.

Five o'clock in the morning she called, "I's wants a wabbit."
I told my wife we had to break this early morning calling habit.

I felt like going to Australia to purchase a great big large wabbit looking kangaroo ,
Then throwing it in her door to see what she would do.
Hell, she would have roasted the kangaroo too!
Knowing her it would have been a wasted trip,
because her baseball bat would have went bop, blip!
So much for the kangaroo and my wasted trip.

I opened up my mother-in-laws refrigerator on time,
what I saw should have been a pieta crime.
She had a whole cut up pig, head and all,
big pig snoot made me jump back against the wall.

My mother-in-law isn't suppose to eat pork,
but still she uses her fork.
I can see a chop or two,
but a whole pig is just to much to chew.

My wife is greedy just the same,
so you can see she's not all the blame.
The whole family is greedy as hell,
they all will smash you at the sound of the dinner bell.

Better get out of the way,
or your butt will pay.

Chickens don't stand a chance,
the whole family got a bad chicken romance.
I left a little meat on a chicken bone,
my wife attacked me for being wasteful,
"you must be crazy wasting chicken like that!"
I screamed, "I hate chicken skin and fat."
She grabbed the chicken bone and rubbed it through her mouth.
I guess you know, the rest of the little chicken went down south.

After a chicken dinner with my wifes family,
all the chicken bones look like they been bleached in the hot summer sun.
And you better not leave any meat on even one.

I use to be a vegetarian when I first met my wife,
now everything eatable gets my knife.

After she changed me,
she tries to rearrange me,
I don't know whether to thank her,
or spank her.

Well the spanking won't work,
so I guess I'll just have to drop my fork.
I'm now back to my vegetarian state,
for awhile there'll be no meat on my plate.

Adios Amigos

Gozar, gozar!