I've got a cravin for something fine
Don't want burgers and I don't want fries
Don't want chicken and I don't want fish
Nothin fat free I want a real man's dish
Not just any old thang will do
I want some BBQ
A slab of pork with lots of sauce
You can get it like that down at Archibalds
A half pound of pig on wonder bread
I'm in heaven and I ain't dead
Nothin' else in this world will do
I want some Bar-B-Que
I feel sorry for them folks up North
They don't know nothin' about cookin' pork
They can grill steaks and they can cook hot dogs
But when it comes to smokin' hogs
Them ol' yankee's ain't got a clue
'Bout Bar-B-Que
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