Sunday Barbeque - Tennessee Ernie Ford

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