Slow Food

People want that slow food Two minutes and they grouch But give me ham baked all day long And help me to the couch Help me to the sofa Put the quiet music on I will lie and think about that ham Long after it is gone. I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food. I don't want no food with cute names No neon on a sign A man can't live on advertising slogans And conceptual design Let somebody else go surf and turf Someone else go carry out Me, I want my food to know itself Before it knows my mouth. I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food With all the love cooked in. Why don't we start it in the morninLeave us plenty of time for lovinWeekend homemade hot fresh bread Make the whole house smell like an oven And let it all just simmer Cook in the good juices and the greases Then we'll sit down at the table, baby And slowly tear it into pieces. I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food What's the big rush?....&Don't want no hard-hearted Hardee's, no Muck-muck-muck-muck-donald's....I want a chef, not a clown, to make my Food...&it can even be tofu with the right kinda sauce....&blahblahblah- I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food With all the love cooked in.