Last Pork Chop

Well you know you get the hots for some gal
You just can't stop
Makin' love six times a day
Better than pork chop
Cause ones' good as the other and
You know what I mean
Some of them like a little bit of fat
Some of them like that meat
Just a little bit lean
I like gravy on the side
With hot and juicy loving
Brown sugar on top
Sausage warm out of the oven
Sometimes you get to eating Lord
And you just can't stop
Make me wonder to myself why oh why
Why did I leave that last pork chop
Well met this fine gal in the choir
She sure could sing
She said come down to my house
I'm going to give you ham hocks and beans
We devoured each other Lord
Her kitchen was smoking hot
I had to jump up and open a
Window and I thought to myself
Why did I leave that last pork chop
I have been on a very strict diet
Of beer and scotch and love
I was offered lunch break specials
But now I'm a fool for her
She'd been serving that pie while I
Was gone punching the clock
I thought about that waitress down at
Maxine's and I said to myself
Why did I leave that last pork chop