[Parody of "Paint Me a Birmingham" by Tracy Lawrence] I was sitting there, with my fork in hand Staring at my lousy ravioli can As she walked right in and said to me Is there any way that I can make your day complete I told her if there's anyway you can Could you grease up that old metal roasting pan And bake me a country ham Honey glazed with a side of yams Leave in it till it's golden brown Pineapples all the way around Let the sweet smell fill the air Serve it to me in my underwear I'm tired of eating imitation Spam Could you bake me a country ham I looked at her, with hungry eyes She asked if I needed ketchup for my curly fries I held my breath I could hardly wait For my little slice of heaven on that Dixie plate I could feel the juices running down my chin As my stomach started singing once again Could you bake me a country ham Honey glazed with a side of yams Leave it in till it's golden brown Pineapples all the way around Let the sweet smell fill the air Serve it to me in my easy chair I'm tired of eating imitation Spam Could you bake me a country ham Could bake me a country ham Honey glazed with a side of yams Leave it in till it's golden brown Pineapples all the way around Serve it to me in my underwear I m tired of eating imitation Spam Could you bake me a country ham