Sangtekst: Robert Earl Keen. Barbeque.

Ooh, when I was a little boy, only one or two
First thing I did enjoy was a plate of barbecue

Barbecue, sliced beef and bread
Ribs and sausage and a cold big red
Barbecue makes old ones feel young
Barbecue make everybody someone

If you're feelin' puny, you don't know what to do
Treat yourself to some meat, eat some barbecue

Now there was once this girl I knew, she treated me so mean
I offered her my barbecue, she licked my platter clean

Barbecue, sliced beef and bread
Ribs and sausage and a cold big red
Barbecue makes old ones feel young
Barbecue make everybody someone

If you're feelin' puny, you don't know what to do
Treat yourself to some meat, eat some barbecue

Now don't give me no broccoli or any Swiss fondue
Baby, if you want to rock me, give me good ole barbecue

Barbecue, sliced beef and bread
Ribs and sausage and a cold big red
Barbecue makes old ones feel young
Barbecue make everybody someone

If you're feelin' puny, you don't know what to do
Treat yourself to some meat, eat some barbecue

Don't send me to Heaven, it ain't where I should go
'Cause the Devil's got a charcoal pit and a good fire down below

Barbecue, sliced beef and bread
Ribs and sausage and a cold big red
Barbecue makes old ones feel young
Barbecue make everybody someone

If you're feelin' puny, you don't know what to do
Treat yourself to some meat, let your feet hit the street
Find a good place to eat, get some barbecue