Ladies and gentleman, its time to get with it, get hip to it, and just plain get down. Put on your dancing shoes and fire up the griddle. Its time to do the new dance called the Bacon Fat!

Fast forward to 2:14 to hear the “B”acon side of the record.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HJuks3XpjA

Photo credit: http://flickr.com/photos/twcollins/359587468/

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What do you get when you cross an Irish drinking song, heavy rockin’ guitars, a bit of political discourse, and the candy of meats? Why, the single greatest bacon song in the history of mankind of course!

The song is Donuts and Bacon, which the artist describes as “a bouncy Pro-Obama agitprop song about voting liberally, drinking liberally, and celebratory hangover food.” We have another word for it — brilliant.

No matter what your political views, if you’re a bacon lover you’ll be smitten with Brooklyn, NY’s “The James Rocket” (AKA James William Roy). James sent us the MP3 with the simple yet poignant instructions:

“Hotlink to the song, download it and post it, and otherwise share it. Tell all your friends about it. Put it on your iPod and repeat it, learning all the words. Sing it in the subway…”

We have and we shall James!

Hear “Donuts and Bacon” for yourself:

Play it now

(or, right click & Save As on the link above to keep the MP3 for all eternity)

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DONUTS AND BACON LYRICS

We were reading and watching and ranting irate
When we saw a shirt advertised at the debate
Such sweet inspiration! A savory plate
Of donuts and bacon, Obama 08

And I saw in that vision before me online
A fine sentiment that we could all get behind
When the victory’s ours let’s go out and get blind
And eat donuts and bacon in the morning!

CHORUS
Donuts and bacon and
Donuts and bacon and
Donuts and bacon in the morning

Donuts and bacon and
Donuts and bacon and
Donuts and bacon in the morning

It’s been a long tunnel but we see the light
Cause we all know that Barry will carry the fight
So let’s get out the vote then drink whiskey all night
And eat donuts and bacon in the morning

CHORUS

All good liberals can fight when our back’s to the wall
Cause we know that we’re right, and the right’s not at all,
All us losers and boozers and heroes can’t fall
If there’s donuts and bacon in the morning

CHORUS

Though we’ve suffered eight years of republican blight
If the worst should occur by deceit tuesday night
We can drown all our sorrows then get up to fight
And eat donuts and bacon tomorrow

But religious folks tell me despair is a sin
And though I’m no believer and I’ve never been
I believe that Obama and Biden will win
Let’s have donuts and bacon every morning

CHORUS 2X and WE OUT.

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Hear “Donuts and Bacon” for yourself:

Play it now

And once you’ve had your fill, buy the T-Shirt that inspired it all.

Hear more music by The James Rocket.

Not since The Pork Song has something caught our ears with such blatant disregard for peace & quiet. Remember that 80′s tune “Ice Ice Baby”? Well get ready to hear the most baconified rendition of that song you’ll ever experience. Here’s just a sampling of the gritty lyrics:

alright stop
collaboraatin’
ice is back with my pound of bacon

quick to the point

yo I don’t know
I’m killin your brain like a pound of bacon

Take a listen for yourself.

Word to yo’mutha.

This little ditty must be seen and heard to be believed.

It’s the Pork Song:

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/Pork/

via: anitamartini — http://www.fivehundybymidnight.com/

www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3ax0YTyS9E

Lyrics:
On October the first, I was born
On October the eighth, my foreskin was no more
When I was 4, I went to synagogue to sing
“Hinei ma tov umanaim, shevet achim gam yachad”

When I was 8, I learned what you do
In order to become a respectable Jew
It’s only one word, 6 letters long its
K to the O to the S to the H to the E to the R
K to the O to the S to the H to the E to the R
So I kept it kosher with a smile
No cheeseburgers, shell fish and no swine
But when I went to college
I’m quite embarrassed to admit how much I that I love…

Bacon! Glorious greasy…
Bacon! It’s crispetty, crunchetty…
Bacon! In Hebrew they pronounce it Bachhone!

When I moved home, with a bachelor’s degree
I majored in pork with a minor in Miss Piggy
The secret well kept from my yenta mama, cause she’s
K to the O to the S to the H to the E to the R
My mother, she doesn’t even know
I’m a terrible Jew, ‘Mazel Tov’
But it’s so GOD damn good
When it touches my lips
I can eat myself up 50 strips of…

Bacon! No eggs no toast just…
Bacon! My arteries are clogged with…
Bacon! My cholesterol test reads…
Bacon! Fatty juicy shiny greasy smokey…
Bacon! Even Jesus will be feeding me…
Bacon! Aaaaaa-aaaaa-ham.