Mr. Barbeque

Hey now, welcome to my house
I'm gonna have a barbecue, and maybe I'll invite ya
Got a side of pork, got a side of creamy salad
Got a jar of coleslaw and a case of lighter fluid
Oh my God! My arm's on fire!
Somebody-, somebody, pass the dressing
Everybody, remain calm, I'm a professional
Quickly submerge the arm in mayonnaise

Says Mr. Barbecue
Mr. Barbecue
Our Mr. Barbecue
Our Mr. Barbecue

Hey, thanks a lot, doc, my arm is feeling great
Oh, by the way, could you pass the mouth-watering pork rinds?
Okay, I think it's just about time
For everybody's favorite pigs feet eating contest, go!
Well, it looks like its last year's champion, Mrs. Brown
She's in the lead, no, it's Mr. Brown, Mrs. Brown, she's choking! (Ah!)

Mr. Barbecue
Our Mr. Barbecue
Our Mr. Barbecue

Weenies man
Chicken-fried pork steaks
Skinless, boneless chicken breasts
Says Mr. Barbecue, wow

Mrs. Brown is fine, and now it's time to dine
Grab yourself a plate, the pork is really great
You know, you never can be too careful with those under-cooked pork chops
You could get some disease
Or worse yet, you could get struck by lightning, or drowned in a kiddie pool
So don't be a fool
Make sure to take all the necessary precautions when having a barbecue

Says Mr. Barbecue
Mr. Barbecue
Our Mrs. Barbecue
Yeah, Mr. Barbecue

Weenies man
Chicken-fried pork steaks
Skinless, boneless chicken breasts
Says Mr. Barbecue, wow