parody of The Ballad Of Davy Crockett in song parodies

profits for Hot Pockets were getting wee
they made a new product real cynically
filled up with fat and greasy as can be
have heart attacks from only eating three
Gravy, GRAAAAAAVY Pockets, sold in the frozen foods

they cut costs by not using meat
and just used drippings from things you'd want to eat
get so obese you'll hardly see your feet
still it only takes one minute to heat
Gravy, GRAAAAAVY Pockets, drugged to control your moods

full of monosodium glutamate
and amphetamines to enflame your hate
preservatives, no experation date
and salt peter so you can't masturbate
Gravy, GRAAAAAAVY Pockets, made for lazy dudes

eat more than four your vision gets blurry
just don't blame our chemical slurry
it's forty-percent things that were furry
we're endorsed by "Congo" star Tim Curry
Gravy, GRAAAAAAVY Pockets, sold in the frozen foods

conjured by Voodoo worshipping Haitians
by the gallon at Exxon stations
only banned in eighty-seven nations
foretold by the Book of Revelation
Gravy, GRAAAAAAVY POCKETS, make you disgusting nude

buy 'em in bulk buy 'em by the case
they're arsenic-rich and strontium-laced
they make 'em different for every place
at Wal-Mart they draw on a smiley face
Gravy, GRAAAAAVY POCKETS, where spiders lay their brood

Monstano sends diseased cows by the boat
and some hippo and a hint of goat
you get one free when you go out to vote
for ten bucks you can buy the antidote
Gravy, GRAAAAAAVY Pockets, sold in the frozen foods