I Smoked All Night Long

A new old barbecue song

He grilled fast and thin, he kept his grid rack clean
He had the scorchest damn steak that I ever seen
but his sightless eyes tell me no lies
knocking me on for my american thights
asking more then he shared
he was fighting for air
I told him to come but he was already there

and his walls start shaking
the earth was quaking
his mind was aching
but keep on taking

‘hey you! I smoked all night long!’
‘yeah, you! I smoked all night long!’

After a double time on the glazing line
he’d got eyes of the kind ‘rib’s just mine, all mine’
giving no applause, asking just more course
made a meal seized on me
and came back for more!
had to cool me down to give another round
he did’t care of smoke ring, watching his eyes swing!

cause his walls start shaking
the earth was quaking
his mind was aching
but keep on taking

‘hey you! I smoked all night long!’
‘yeah, you! I smoked all night long!’

you’re stressing me out, I said ‘you!’
I smoked all night long!
you had me cooking and you
are eating all night long!

A.M.

 

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