A Mess Of Mamas Barbecue
Paul Williams
When you meet somebody that don’t like soul food They still got a soul And it don’t mean that you got no rhythm If you don’t like rock ’n roll But if your tastes are like mine you like cider not wine And your very favorite thing to do Is get a perty girl dancin’ to jug-band music And a mess of mama’s barbecue Chorus: Barbecue lifts my spirit I swear that it never fails And the sauce mama makes just stays there forever If you dare to get it under your nails Well you may be poor with a wolf at your door But money isn’t everything You still got your song and a river full of fun And you’ll always have a song to sing So get the frown off your face We’re gonna replace it with a grin and a dream come true With a perty girl dancin’ to jug-band music And a mess of mama’s barbecue Chorus: Barbecue lifts my spirit I swear that it never fails And the sauce mama makes just stays there forever If you dare to get it under your nails So get the frown off your face We’re gonna replace it with a grin and a dream come true With a perty girl dancin’ to jug-band music And a mess of mama’s barbecue That’s a perty girl dancin’ to jug-band music And a mess of mama’s barbe- Mess of mama’s barbe- Mess of mama’s barbecue! A mess of mama’s barbecue