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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Nov 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.10.12.38.2282]] |
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From what my nose is tellin' me, it time to take meat out o' the pit, 'Cause smoke comin' out her ears and briquets so torched they split. Gotta get my hands on them ribs, slather 'em with homemade baste, It's the mix of spices, salt, and mo'lasses give it that ol' tangy taste. If it tender an' juicy, make sure you fork it on down deep, jus' right, When you pork is proper, gonna get yourself a lip-smackin' delight. Look yonder on down that spread an' see that you get y'hands on a bun, Open both ends, stick this tongue on in there when you think it done. Gotta tend to my sausage, 'cause it warm and plump an' 'bout to burst, And now where'd I leave my manners, around here the ladies eat first! Think my cut is prime, but I gotta say the girl got herself one nice rack, And Lord as my witness did you ever see such a specimen o' baby back? Don't think you paid attention, let me show you how to eat them wings, Unfold it nice and slow like this an' start nibblin' on them pinkish things. Now you got it, be sure you get the dark part, the moistest down there, That a secret to makin' sure each bit of skin and meat get licked bare. It's gettin' to be that time to clear off the table, you don't mind if I do, Heard Ms. Lorraine gonna make me some o' her fine famous barbecue. |