Picking up the cans that've fallen
While you're reaching for your food,
You will pray that in the slime you'll find it--
This omen that your life is through.

Oh, you'll keep it close as always--
To you it won't ever seem it's gone--
'Cause your heart, in big and small ways,
Is dying from this thing you've downed.

SPAM^® is SPAM^® forever,
Because it comes in a can.
SPAM^® will not say never,
And it has green jam.
Oh, it's hard to let it go,
'Cause it sticks to you, you know,
And your lifetime won't be long
If you eat SPAM^®.

With the joy and heartburn it's given--
Springing from the slime, we know--
We believe that with the can it lives in,
It'll last a thousand years or so.

Oh, you'll keep it close as always--
To you it won't ever seem it's gone--
'Cause your heart, in big and small ways,
Is dying from this thing you've downed.

SPAM^® is SPAM^® forever,
Because it comes in a can.
SPAM^® will not say never,
And it has green jam.
Oh, it's hard to let it go,
'Cause it sticks to you, you know,
And your lifetime won't be long
If you eat SPAM^®.