Barbecue:Lyrics by Michael A. Cosma Recorded by NeuroplasterMAWG 5/16/04
A murderous viking will lay down his metal sword like the lightning whip you for pleasure your sadness he loathes as he brings you a paper bag for your misers and beggars and liars you feel the damp cold bring me to danglove cantankerous old fart he laughs as he meets you spits in your eye but it tastes like some bacon he smells you cause you fart blinking your eyelid give me some sugar like sex and some candy losing the french fry he died by the pickle to grind up a meatball that I could be licking no wonder we all got sick to my stomach I've eaten more bugs than the grill of my aries