SPAM? Oh my……ear worm warning

Sung to the tune of The Candy Man….teeheehee….for my lovie stuck at the airport.

Who can take a can o’SPAM, splash on a little goo
throw it on the smoker add a chunk of wood or two
The spammy man can, oh the Spammy man can
The spammy man can ’cause he mixes it with rub and makes the loaf taste good.

Who can take a meat chunk wrap it in a pie
Let the smoke soak in and leave the foodies with a sigh
The Spammy Man, the Spammy Man can
The Spammy Man can ’cause he cooks it with some love and makes it all taste good.

The Spammy Man makes everything he smokes satisfying and delicious
Now you talk about your BBQ wishes, the puppy gets to lick the dishes.

Oh, who can take the Hormel, slimy pink and clean
Separate the icky and it’s nowhere close to lean
The Spammy Man, oh the Spammy Man can
The Spammy Man can ’cause he Q’s with special rub and makes this crap taste good.

I never cared for SPAM as a kid, but I love the kitschyness of a greasy old school pink blob in a can. I mean, don’t you often wonder what is it? Well,leave it to the hubs to attempt smoking it with some wood and charcoal and OMG, salty goodness, slathered with his homemade BBQ sauce and I think besides the blood pressure heightened from the sodium, I may ask him to make it again in the future. I kept singing this as he made it and like Weird Al, I never believed in not changing up lyrics to add some humor to any situation. My apologies to Willy Wonka and Sammy Davis Jr. And to Hormel too….God knows I eat enough of your beanless chili with my favorite football dip. Please feel free to sing along…..lala lalalala…sorry for the ear worm my friends.