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