Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday Barbeque, artist - Tennessee Ernie Ford. Album song The Tennessee Ernie Ford Collection 1949-61, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 10.09.2015
Record label: Acrobat Licensing
Song language: English
Sunday Barbeque |
There’ll be plates piled high with deep fried chicken |
And a mess of possum stew |
There’ll be tater pie that’s finger lickin' |
At the Sunday barbecue |
The paper says the fun commences |
At exactly half past two |
Gonna eat so much I’ll lose my senses |
At the Sunday barbecue |
The Sunday barbecue, the Sunday barbecue |
Gonna be there when the fun commences |
At the Sunday barbecue |
There’ll be tug-of-war and cotton candy |
And a boxin' kangaroo |
Watermelon pickles soaked in brandy |
At the Sunday barbecue |
They’ll hear that old brass band a-playin' |
All the way to Timbuktu |
Everyone in town’ll be sashayin' |
To the Sunday barbecue |
The Sunday barbecue, the Sunday barbecue |
Everyone in town’ll be sashayin' |
To the Sunday barbecue |
If we wanna do some bill and cooin' |
We can twenty three skidoo (skidoo) |
There’s a lake where we can go canoein' |
At the Sunday barbecue (barbecue) |
We’ll hide behind your red umbrella |
If we want a kiss or two (kiss or two) |
And they’ll know that I’m your special fella |
At the Sunday barbecue |
The Sunday barbecue, the Sunday barbecue |
Yes, they’ll know that I’m your special fella |
At the Sunday barbecue |
Yes, they’ll know that I’m your special fella |
At the Sunday barbecue |