Barbeque

There was a fellow named Attila the Hun A bad news dude, he was strictly no fun Yeah, he burned down every town from Rome to Kathmandu Till someone finally said "Hey man, what's wrong with you?" He said, "There's somethin' that I'm lookin' for Somethin' I just can't get enough of anymore" I want some barbeque, some barbeque And when I want it nothin' else will do Woke up this mornin' at a quarter to two Just had to have some barbeque I'm gonna pillage gonna plunder gonna throw myself a fit Till I get a lil' somethin' for my hickory pit Bring me some coleslaw, French fries, a pickle or two And a big ol' mess of barbeque (barbeque!) I want a big ol' mess of barbeque! Lord, have mercy! Well now if you come from Kansas City (Kansas City!) Alabama or that Georgia state Tennessee or Carolina, honey, I don't ever mind Just as long as you pile them high on my plate I need some barbeque, barbeque And when I want it nothin' else will do Woke up in a cold sweat at a quarter to two Rolled over, said "Honey, I gotta have some barbeque!" Now you can slice it, you can chop it, you can gnaw it off the rib At a time like this, Lord have mercy, put 'em in gear For some coleslaw, French fries, a pickle or two And a big ol' mess of barbeque (barbeque!) I want a big ol' mess of barbeque! I want some barbeque, barbeque Oh and when I want it, ain't nothin' else gonna do I woke up this mornin' at a quarter to two And I, I rolled over, and I said: Baby, honey, if you love me You slip on that old chenille house coat And them fluffy slippers And slide on down to shorty's all-night hog heaven And bring me back about five bags of inside lean Yeah, I want that sauce dribblin' off your elbow Oh honey, I gotta have it! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-barbeque! I need it! I'm goin' into a coma here! I'm faintin' fast! Ow honey, ow...!