The Song

 

 

              My Baby Loves Barbecue

 

She was a normal girl   when I first met her

Thought that I’d give her a turn for the better

Cause a night on the town for her was mac and cheese

“Baby let me take you out for something special please.”

We took a ride up the avenue. Both looking for something new.

When the curling column of smoke it caught our eye.

That sweet smell hit us and my baby she started to cry

            They had a big old pig on the sign outside

            The door opened up and we both sighed

            She fell in love with the pork on the platter

            And the sauce on the table said Hot and Hotter

My baby loves the barbeque       Bop Bop Barbeque

She loves pig pickin’ and a licking on her fingers all day

With a plate of babyback ribs it’s a beautiful day

 

She ran right in I did not have to poke her.

I found her mezmerised by the smoker,

Drooling as the juicy pig turned golden brown.

The next thing I know she was ordering by the pound.

            She got the smoked brisket     Wouldn’t miss it

            Oh baby that sure looks nice

            Pull that pork without a fork

            With a side of beans and some dirty rice

My baby loves the barbeque       Bop Bop Barbeque

She loves pig pickin’ and a licking on her fingers all day

With a plate of babyback ribs it’s a beautiful day

 

We soon found ourselves on a mission

Both wondering what we were missin’

Moving from town to town down the Eastern Seaboard

Looking for the best in the west was our just reward 

            We hit Carolina and Memphis too

            And Texas’ always what they choose

            They say the only barbeque’s in the South

            But the best is what is in your mouth

My baby loves the barbeque       Since I brought her I got nothing to do

That’s the only place that she ever wants to go

I said, “Come on baby…my waist line is starting to show.”

I love it when it drips from her fingers down to her shoes.

No doubt about it, my baby loves her barbecue.

Aw, baby you know I love ya. let me take up to Big W

No doubt about it, my baby loves her barbecue.

 

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