Sunday Cookout

Hey get out the bones before they boil it all down.
You get the sauce that make the whole hog get down.
You got some sun and got some hot thing in sight,
so bring it in and get the smoke in her eyes.

Hey I've never seen it yet I've rode the setting sun.
Can't help my fever said you're teasing everyone.
When heaven's nothing but a stinking hazy fog,
yeah they take you hungry like a bleeding hairy dog.

I'm on my feet Sunday morning,
yeah I feel like a millionaire.
Your friends sang 'Don't Stop Believing'
and I'm outta there.

I'm on my feet Sunday morning,
yeah I feel like a millionaire.
Your friends sang 'Don't Stop Believing'
and I'm outta there.
I'm on my feet Sunday morning,
yeah and I feel like a millionaire.
Your friends sang 'Don't Stop Believing'
and I'm outta there.
Your friends sang 'Don't Stop Believing'
and I'm outta there.
Your friends sang 'Don't Stop Believing'.



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Writer(s): Douglas A Henthorn
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