Ham On The Bone - Gwar

Can you hear the whispering wind

Over the screams of your dying friends?

Did you know your life is mine?

You know what I got

Ham on the bone

A little thing I just can’t leave alone

Now I feel the purpose of my life defined

Ham on the bone is mine

Now you are called

To the desperate scene at the throbbing ball

And you’ll do it all, now you’ve become my geni-thrall

Ham on Ham, Ham on the ham on the ham on Now my hand grasp

my throbbing root and shan’t unclasp

Go to the head of the class

as I madly stoke my flaccid shaft

Ham Ham Ham Ham — Ham on the Bone