BBQ Cancer

As the moon is rising,
Every stomach is screaming
Hungry as cheech & chong
We BBQ all night long

That's an exact science
There is no room for impatience
Flames are your enemy
When cooking pork and turkey

You got the BBQ cancer
Wrong way to cook
You got the BBQ cancer
It's too late, no need to puke

There's nothing to argue
Checking fire is boring you
You're inattentive just one minute
And the crab grows around the spit

You let your sausage burn
What you forget is to turn
Your little piece of meat
Now it ain't good to eat

You got the BBQ cancer
Wrong way to cook
You got the BBQ cancer
It's too late, no need to puke

You got the BBQ cancer
Wrong way to cook
You got the BBQ cancer
It's too late, no need to puke



Credits
Writer(s): David Barbier
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