Lyrics:
I don't want pork chops and bacon
That won't awaken
My appetite inside
I want the frim fram sauce with the Ausen fay
With chafafa on the side
girls understand
Stand out there, cop's wife cried
Don't take him down, rather be dead
Six feets in the ground
When you come home you can eat, pork
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
and goes
I want some pork chop
I want some pork chop
I want some pork chop
I want some pork chop
Pork chop
You said you love me
but now you're treating me
and goes
I want some pork chop
I want some pork chop
I want some pork chop
I want some pork chop
Pork chop
You said you love me
but now you're treating me
Lord I swear the perfume you wear
Was made out of turnip greens
And every time I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and beans
Even though
BLXDE.
R I P John Pork
John Pork
Eight damn bullets in his back
Now he's cold
R I P John Pork
John Pork
Nobody answered his calls
Now he's gone
a jelly roll
He sings a song about a-pork and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish
girls understand
Stand out there, cop's wife cried
Don't take him down, rather be dead
Six feets in the ground
When you come home you can eat, pork
Did you ever think when you eat Chinese,
It ain't pork or chicken but a fat siamese?
Yet the food tastes great, so you don't complain.
But that's not
there, cop's wife cried
Don't take him down, rather be dead
Six feets in the ground
When you come home you can eat pork and beans
I eats mo' chicken, any
there, cop's wife cried
Don't take him down, rather be dead
Six feets in the ground
When you come home you can eat pork and beans
I eats mo' chicken, any
the table, and no pork up in the pan
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let
girls understand
Stand out there, cop's wife cried
Don't take him down, rather be dead
Six feets in the ground
When you come home you can eat, pork
I'm walking down the highway
Sweating like salt pork
I'm putting down this country town
Cause my souls up in New York
That's why I'm thumbin' a ride
Sittin' by a campfire eatin' old pork and meats
Waitin' on an old slow freight headin' south to New Orleans
They say it's warm and there's a hot
I'm walking down the highway
Sweating like salt pork
I'm putting down this country town
Cause my souls up in New York
That's why I'm thumbin' a ride
pork chops by the pale,
By the pill-box, by the suitcase,
By the bathtub, by the schooner.
Her name was Sara and she's a peach
But you can't leave food
Ain't no pork up in the pan
But you better not complain, boy
You'll get in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special...
Shine a light on me
Let
And I know that this will hurt you more than it hurts me
He's acting innocent and proud still you know what he's after
Like a matador with his pork
And I know that this will hurt you more than it hurts me
He's acting innocent and proud still you know what he's after
Like a matador with his pork
on over woman, shut your chitter chatter
I'll eat your mash potato, you eat my pork and beans
I'll eat your mash potato, you eat my pork and beans
I'll eat
really hard
When all you have are pork hooves
(More than) just pork hooves
Nothing more than
Your hands sweat again
You feel like a rat
Showing his guts
in my stomach and a watchin' my head. Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread.
Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.
[Chorus]
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