I ate guinea pigs in Lima Peru
My friends in the states said who are you
To eat the cute little friends we incarcerate
Ever been hungry feast or famine
We eat deer bear rabbits and salmon
I fed my family what I could get
With what I provided never upset
I would run like the wind with a chicken I had stolen
Eat little doves by the dozen
Feast or famine
Not even an earthquake could stop me from my quest
To feed my family from famine
I caught octopi in the cold waters of the Humbolt current
Ate sheeps eyes in the ruins of machu pichu
It was feast not famine that made us survive
So go purchase your long haired peruvian guinea pig
Lock it in a cage
Because if I get hold of it
I will season it with rosemary and sage.
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