We're always thankful for it, the sweetmeat of the Word We all appreciate the meal, the cow, the pig, the bird but the smell is really killin us the side dishes are thrillin' us and tho' in God we trust we're kind of in a rush
Lord bless this mess cos' we think it best to make it short and sweet ah, bon appetite' Good bread, good meat, good God, let's eat
Sometimes our growing appetites are stronger than our faith we're inclined to starve our souls I fear prefer to feed our face Our willpower's really crumbling Our stomach's large and rumbling They cluck, they moo, they oink so let's get straight to the point
Lord bless this mess cos' we think it best to make it short and sweet ah, bon appetite' Good bread, good meat, good God, let's eat
And now just for the halibut we'll have a little sallad, it may play a minor role but it helps fill up our hole So bless this bunch as they crunch their lunch Rub'a dub'a dub Oh, Thanks for the grub!
Bless the hands that have prepared this food Let's remember them quite fondly Bless the ranches and the farms that are the sources of our bounty And those that did the slaughtering and the mouths that now are watering For well, or rare or medium break the tedium
Lord bless this mess cos' we think it best to make it short and sweet ah, bon appetite' Good bread, good meat, good God, let's eat