Why ya gotta go And sell your soul? Why ya gotta talk About Engine Joe Like he's some guy In a fairy tale book? Everybody knows That he just cooks Baked beans and brisket In a barbecue stand On the dirty side of town He's a dirty old man But he likes his job More than the rest Who work with him And consider him the best Still he wouldn't care If you called him a rat But why ya gotta talk About Engine Joe like that? In the very same city On the other side of town Lives a funny little lady And a rodeo clown And she swears she's Loved him all her life He promises one day He's gonna make her his wife Have a couple kids And a little plot of land Open themselves Up a barbecue stand Just like Engine Joe On the other side of town Funny little lady And the rodeo clown Rodeo clown thinks That Engine Joe is fat But still he wouldn't talk About Engine Joe like that Guitar Once upon a time There was a race car racer And he had himself A suped up AMC Pacer It was shaped like a bubble But it drove really fast The racer couldn't drive So the Pacer, it crashed Got himself a guy with a truck That could tow her Still he said he didn't think That guy could fix its motor But that guy, he didn't care He fixed it just the same I guess that's how Engine Joe got his name Now, he wrangles Beef in a barbecue stand Ever since the day That he mangled his hand He doesn't care He just keeps on smokin' Cigarettes and brisket man I ain't jokin' © BAIT SANDWICH SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com