Sunday Barbecue Lyrics

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 barbeque
The paper says the fun commences
At exactly half past two
Gonna eat so much, I′ll lose my senses
At the Sunday barbeque

The Sunday barbeque
The Sunday barbeque
Gonna be there when the fun commences
At the Sunday barbeque

There′ll be tug-o-war and cotton candy
And a boxin' kangaroo
Watermelon pickles soaked in brandy
At the Sunday barbeque
They′ll hear that ol' brass band a-playin′
All the way to Timbuktu
Everyone in town'll be sashayin′
To the Sunday barbeque

The Sunday barbeque
The Sunday barbeque
Everyone in town'll be sashayin'
To the Sunday barbeque

If we wanna do some bill and coo-in′
We can twenty-three skidoo (Skidoo)
There′s a lake where we can go canoe-in'
At the Sunday barbeque (Barbeque)
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 barbeque

The Sunday barbeque
The Sunday barbeque
Yes, they'll know that I′m your special fella
At the Sunday barbeque
Yes, they'll know that I'm your special fella
At the Sunday barbeque