In uncertain hours, our forebears looked
To the more certain powers of the holy good book
He opened up a verse, then they read out the word
There was the voice of God and the answer that they heard
But as for me, I've a less (irracular behn??)
Spent most of my time, wondering where my time was spent
In particular desperasion on a Sunday afternoon
All I had is good and life was in some random swoon
I opened up a book, in the shelf near my bible
Opened up a book, culinary survival
I took a lookin', the joy of cookin'
The joy of cookin', oh why oh, oh why oh
If I'm not mistaken, the answer's bacon
The answer's bacon, oh why oh, oh why oh
I went and got my frying pan, I cooked about a pound
Me and my little wife and children sat us down
And grace was spoken in that bacon scent was found
All I had lost was found
I took a lookin', the joy of cookin'
The joy of cookin', oh why oh, oh why oh
If I'm not mistaken, the answer's bacon
The answer's bacon, oh why oh, oh why oh