Barry Slorridge - Booty on Toast Lyrics

Does it bother you as a Christian?
To know that David looked over his back yard
And saw Bathsheba down there and said,
"Ooh, I want that booty"
And they say she's married to her husband
"Well I'll send out Algernon and get him killed"
"Cause then I get the booty"
Does that bother you?
Chicken?
Cake?
Spaghetti?
Steak?
No, those be gross
Give me booty on toast
That is not on our menu, sir
Sausage?
Clam?
Omelette?
Ham?
No, those be gross
Give me booty on toast
I said
That is not on our menu, sir
Lasagne?
Jerky?
Soufflé?
Turkey?
No, those be gross
Give me booty on toast
I'm calling the manager
Can I help you, sir?
Give me booty on toast
I'm afraid we do not serve booty on toast, sir
Booty on toast
What does that even mean, anyway?
You mean, you want the chef
To cut off someone's backside
And serve it on a slice of toast for you?
Give me booty on toast
Please leave my restaurant, sir