I want caviar and chitlins for breakfast
I want caviar and chitlins for lunch
I want caviar and chitlins for supper
And I wash it all down with scotch

Now I'm feelin frantic
Never no bump on the log
Always some crazy medic
While getting high on the hog

Now I'm having cravings
Not for eyes and legs
What my heart is savin
Is some of those fine fish eggs