| People want that slow food
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| Two minutes and they grouch
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| But give me ham baked all day long
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| And help me to the couch
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| Help me to the sofa
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| Put the quiet music on
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| I will lie and think about that ham
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| Long after it is gone
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| I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food
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| I don’t want no food with cute names
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| No neon on a sign
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| A man can’t live on advertising slogans
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| And conceptual design
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| Let somebody else go surf and turf
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| Someone else go carry out
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| Me, I want my food to know itself
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| Before it knows my mouth
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| I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food
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| With all the love cooked in
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| Why don’t we start it in the mornin'
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| Leave us plenty of time for lovin'
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| Weekend homemade hot fresh bread
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| Make the whole house smell like an oven
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| And let it all just simmer
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| Cook in the good juices and the greases
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| Then we’ll sit down at the table, baby
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| And slowly tear it into pieces
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| I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food
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| What’s the big rush…/Don't want no hard-hearted Hardee’s, no
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| Muck-muck-muck-muck-donald's…I want a chef, not a clown, to make my
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| Food…/it can even be tofu with the right kinda sauce…/blahblahblah-
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| I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food
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| With all the love cooked in |