Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly BBQ

One, two, one, two One, two, three, four Bright lights, what's cookin'? Smells to me just like a plebian feast Bring on by that prosperous behind and Fave a flavor? Place your wager! Come on down, bring the family Watch the wantin' wanna stay afloat Just one holds a place in perpetuity It's time to rock and roll Broken bones galore! (Ooh, this one looks mad, his opponent is reeling) Y'all ain't friends no more! (Glad we're protected by this glass ceiling) We want gore! Knock 'em silly! Fist to the lips and uh, this loser wins! (Order up) Hot Dog! Never felt so alive As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eyе Ya best be grateful, you ain't thе one to die At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue Chop chop! Get 'em up on the pyre As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh Now rack 'em up, HEY! Survive a day at a time At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue Round two! (Bra-ha-ha-ha!) Slow smoked and braised to perfection Another rack of proletariat ribs? Tenderized by the fight from the first verse Mmmhmmm, delish! Perverted for expendable poverty properly pummled? Yeah, go ahead and throw 'em a bone if you want a good rumble! Well, you got the money? Then we'll see you at BTBBRBBBQ So this is our fate? Scrapping for scraps below the table So we can live to fight another day Hot Dog! Never felt so alive As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye Ya best be grateful you ain't the one to die At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue Chop chop! Get 'em up on the pyre As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh Now rack 'em up! HEY! Bleed the lot of 'em dry At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue One fight, two fight, red, white, blue fight One fight, two fight, red, white, blue fight One fight, two fight, red, white, blue fight Big Town always does it right! This can't be the way This ain't a life, it's just survival Oceans of ravenous and ruthless eyes I'm terrified that I'll be the catch of the night They can't be our fates Just take my hand, we'll stand defiant More than the lesser thans, they've machinized We'll unify... Boohoo, meat's back on the menu! Hot Dog! Never felt so alive As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye Ya best be grateful, you ain't the one to die At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue Chop chop! Get 'em up on the pyre As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh Now rack 'em up! HEY! Ain't an ending in sight At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue Big Town Banky Blaine! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Delish