The jail birds friends
On us he sure can depend
Raising those all mighty bucks
I hope that buzzard, believes in luck
Bars of gold, are few and far between
Tight pockets, like you have never seen
The tin cups, rattle all over this town
People pass by, with just a frown
Might be a Bar B Q
Donations, we got just a few
That buzzards goose, may be cooked
My reservations, yes are already booked
Hope buzz doesn't think, we don't care
Hell, it's that or the electeric chair
Buzz BBQ can feed this whole town
Yes that buzz, he's big and round
Sorry but I think that might be for me
" Yes this is Mr. Robbie, I sure can be there at three"
It was La Belle, confirming my reservations
See ya at the Bar B Q