You ain't nothin' but a corndog Fryin' all the time You ain't nothin' but a corndog Fryin' all the time Well, I can't eat you on my diet (you'd just add to my behind!)
When they said you were high carb Well you know that was no lie When they said you were high cal Well you know that was no lie I can't eat you on my diet (you'd just add to my behind!)
Death week or, as Michele Bachmann calls it, Birthday Week. Same-same.
ReplyDeleteYou ain't nothin' but a corndog
ReplyDeleteFryin' all the time
You ain't nothin' but a corndog
Fryin' all the time
Well, I can't eat you on my diet
(you'd just add to my behind!)
When they said you were high carb
Well you know that was no lie
When they said you were high cal
Well you know that was no lie
I can't eat you on my diet
(you'd just add to my behind!)
oh wait. Lyrics is your shtick. ;)
love the recipe's of the king!
What a coincidence! That's exactly what I'm having for dinner tonight! ;)
ReplyDeleteElvis is alive and well and living in a trailer park in Las Vegas. I saw him. I really really did! :D
ReplyDeleteSomehow the King ate all this sh*t and still managed to look cool...until he died...on the can.
ReplyDeleteBut before that he was extrmely cool. You have to admit. We could never pull off the white jumpsuits or the capes.
I am going to go cook some bacon with meatballs!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the reminder!
ahhhh fried banananana sandwiches
ReplyDeleteYIKES! I hope the Elvis lovers don't come after you! ;-) Add some drugs to the food & a recipe for what happened!
ReplyDeleteErin, I loved your comment!