In uncertain hours, our forebears looked To the more certain powers of the holy good book He opened up a verse, then they read out the word There was the voice of God and the answer that they heard But as for me, I've a less (irracular behn??) Spent most of my time, wondering where my time was spent In particular desperasion on a Sunday afternoon All I had is good and life was in some random swoon I opened up a book, in the shelf near my bible Opened up a book, culinary survival I took a lookin', the joy of cookin' The joy of cookin', oh why oh, oh why oh If I'm not mistaken, the answer's bacon The answer's bacon, oh why oh, oh why oh I went and got my frying pan, I cooked about a pound Me and my little wife and children sat us down And grace was spoken in that bacon scent was found All I had lost was found I took a lookin', the joy of cookin' The joy of cookin', oh why oh, oh why oh If I'm not mistaken, the answer's bacon The answer's bacon, oh why oh, oh why oh