Vidalia

The lyrics are totally wrong up here... but anyway. This song means, quite simply, "too much of a good thing, is no longer a good thing." There it is.

Here are the correct lyrics (as I hear them, anyway.)

There was a time when I enjoyed vidalia there was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch my grandad he prescribed vidalia "for whatever ails ya" - heart disease, the grippe and such

But to yourself this medicine you'll properly expose the benefits of health, wealth, and respect Eat it like an apple of a deep-colored rose sweet victory will be yours to delect

But how my palate grew tired so sweet, so sweet, so sweet no thanks I'll take defeat

I remember a dark and smoky den Cheeks of roast beef bloody rare Oh, whiskey-aged faces of barrel-chested men And I'm feelin' small, weak and scared

I remember that nook, the way I shook pain hurts innocence be damned red with shame and red with pain we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb our leg of lamb... we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb