When I was young, I wanted ham

But my old mum

gave me spam, spam, spam

She gave me so much spam

I couldn’t taste the bread

For spam lay on my stomach

Like dull and heavy lead

If I complained too much

She’d sing the old refrain

About starving kids in Africa

Where spam clouds never rained

Where ham was never heard of

And they had no spam...

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