The barbecue king is comin' to town.
With his shiny pants, well, he looks just like a clown,
And he'll cook your barbecue anyway you please.
He'll be filling up your kettle, mama
With every pound of meat the man can squeeze.

The Barbecue king now he's having fun.
He's putting his sauce on his barbecue bun.
And he'll cook your barbecue anyway you please.
He'll be filling up your kettle, mama
With every pound of meat the man can squeeze.