Ain't No Pork Rinds

(to Bill Withers' "Ain't No Sunshine")

Ain’t no pork rinds when she’s home
It’s just tofu ev’ry day
Ain’t no pork rinds when she’s home
And my stomach’s none too fond
When the rinds, she throws away

Dinner last time at our home
Bulgur dense like wood decayed
Dinner last time at our home
All this food tastes like our lawn
With a slice tree bark filleted

And I drone, I moan, I groan, I drone, I moan,
I drone, I moan , I groan, I drone, I moan , I groan, I drone
I moan , I groan, I drone, I moan , I groan, I drone
I moan , I groan, I drone, I moan , I groan, I drone, I moan, I groan

Lord, I want to just eat a big bag alone
But ain’t no pork rinds when she’s home
Blandest veggies in a plate
Ain’t no pork rinds when she’s home
And this food seems freshly mowed
Wanna eat armed hand grenade

What a crime, rinds gone away
What a crime, rinds gone away
What a crime, rinds gone away
What a crime, tempeh soufflé