Lord, grant me the strength that I may not fall Into the clutches of cholesterol; At polyunsaturates, I'll never mutter, For the road to Hell is paved with butter And cake is cursed and cream is awful And Satan is hiding in every waffle. Beelzebub is a chocolate drop, And Lucifer is a lollipop, Teach me the evils of hollandaise Of pasta and globs of mayonnaise; And crisp fried chicken from the south Lord, if you love me, shut my mouth.