"Chop! Chop! Chop!"

Well, my shoes are muddy and my clothes are torn
My daddy left town on the day that I was born
Mama left me in a basket on the butcher's porch
And that's where I learned about knives...

For 30 years I've been a travellin' man
Carving out my way with a cleaver in my hand
May sound crazy but you better understand
You wanna get cut? Step aside!!!

Now some boys dream of a guitar in the hand
Bringing all the noise in a rock and roll band
Or they wanna be a lawyer, wanna be a cop
All I ever wanted was to CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!

(Go, Sweetcheekers!)

From early morning to late at night
Cuttin' all you turkeys by the candlelight
...!!!...!!!...!!!...!!!
And they ain't caught up with me yet...