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