I'm up late at night trying to finish some work.
I'm feeling hungry so upstairs Im'a lurk.
I peek in the fridge to see what's good.
I don't see anything I am in the mood for.

I wish that I had a burger to eat.
With cheese and some ketchup. Now that's my kind of meat.
The odds are against me 'cause it's 1AM
But homey, I needs me the burger of ham

I need meat.
I need meat.
Call it testosterone or protein withdrawal.
I frankly don't care if you call it at all.
I need meat.
I need meat.
Put mayo on my bun, si'l vous plait.
And everything's gonna be a-ok.
I need meat

I'm driving all over and most places are closed.
I see a McDonald's, but I turn up my nose.
I might be desperate, but I'm not insane.
I want a piece of meat that comes from a cow, please.

My small town has zilch, so it's time to vacate.
Some big city beef 'cause I ain't gonna wait.
I get on the highway and nobody's there.
This moment, like burgers, is really quite rare.

I need meat.
I need meat.
Call it obsession or call it a need.
Just serve me a burger with the utmost of speed.
I need meat.
I need meat.
I crave it more than a junkie craves crack.
Top it off with some monterey jack
I need meat

I found an all-night diner.
Ordered their "'49er".
Why would you name
a burger
after a sports team?
Oh well, whatever.

I sink in my teeth and the flavors seep in.
Now this is a moment that is loaded with win.
Some of you may think that this was a waste.
I'll argue when I'm not in my happy place.

I need meat.
I need meat.
Don't settle for substandard cow flesh, gents.
The choleric intake must taste magnificent.
I need meat.
I need meat.
Bacon is a privilege and not a rule.
The very idea has me covered with drool
I need meat