The walk home from barbecue is so very long when I'm walkin with you. The sun is coming up, and it is coming to light that me and you were never that tight. . And then you stand there with your
Come on everybody, we’re gonna have a party. I’m tired of sittin’ around feelin’ blue. . Gather 'round you swingers and friends . Help me forget my hurtin' within. About the only girl I ever
showdown in my mind. . Sit around with the folks. Tell the same old tired jokes. Bored to death on Sunday afternoon. Mom and Dad, me and you. And the outdoor barbecue. Think I'm gonna hide out in my
, you don't know what to do. Treat yourself to some meat, eat some barbecue . Don't send me to Heaven, it ain't where I should go. 'Cause the Devil's got a charcoal pit and a good fire down below
. Cuts on through. Past the village inn & barbecue. (I heard it ain't there. Well I hope it ain't true). Where the stumblers gonna go. To watch the lights turn blue. Where the stumblers gonna go. To
get you down by thebarbecue. Oh, I'm gonna make a real funny walk a-like a brand new dime. No, I don't have no money but I always got plenty of time It's a lazy day, I'm down with nothing else to do
. . Thanks for the memory. Of how we used to jog even in a fog. That barbecue in Malibu, away from all the smog. How rainy it was. . Thanks for the memory. Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed