This song is a hilarious send-up of scrapple, a breakfast meat you may not be familiar with if you live outside of the mid-Atlantic region of the U.S. Although his implication is that it's a favorite of inbred PA hicks, the truth is that most carnivorous fans of low-brow food delight in the taste and texture of scrapple. It has a mainstream relative in SPAM, but it's not the same thing, and it's a little hard to describe. If you come to Baltimore, head to Jimmy's on the Fells Point square and order some.
I think the lyrics here are so clever. Fulks is a master songwriter. He manages the humor here as well as he manages pathos and drama in other songs.
This song is a hilarious send-up of scrapple, a breakfast meat you may not be familiar with if you live outside of the mid-Atlantic region of the U.S. Although his implication is that it's a favorite of inbred PA hicks, the truth is that most carnivorous fans of low-brow food delight in the taste and texture of scrapple. It has a mainstream relative in SPAM, but it's not the same thing, and it's a little hard to describe. If you come to Baltimore, head to Jimmy's on the Fells Point square and order some.
I think the lyrics here are so clever. Fulks is a master songwriter. He manages the humor here as well as he manages pathos and drama in other songs.