We're always thankful for it,
the sweetmeat of the Word
We all appreciate the meal,
the cow, the pig, the bird
but the smell is really killin us
the side dishes are thrillin' us
and tho' in God we trust
we're kind of in a rush

Lord bless this mess
cos' we think it best
to make it short and sweet
ah, bon appetite'
Good bread, good meat,
good God, let's eat

Sometimes our growing appetites
are stronger than our faith
we're inclined to starve our souls I fear
prefer to feed our face
Our willpower's really crumbling
Our stomach's large and rumbling
They cluck, they moo, they oink
so let's get straight to the point

Lord bless this mess
cos' we think it best
to make it short and sweet ah, bon appetite'
Good bread, good meat,
good God, let's eat

And now just for the halibut
we'll have a little sallad, it
may play a minor role
but it helps fill up our hole
So bless this bunch
as they crunch their lunch
Rub'a dub'a dub
Oh, Thanks for the grub!

Bless the hands that have prepared this food
Let's remember them quite fondly
Bless the ranches and the farms that are
the sources of our bounty
And those that did the slaughtering
and the mouths that now are watering
For well, or rare or medium
break the tedium

Lord bless this mess
cos' we think it best
to make it short and sweet
ah, bon appetite'
Good bread, good meat,
good God, let's eat

Amen