( Really greasy funkified guitar solo)
Well you boil them thangs then ya fry em in a pan.
Thow em on a plate and
ya eat em with your hand.
Oh Lordie! My taste bud's is a twitchin.
Oh Lord, you know it makes me high!
Oh Lordie! They's a cookin in that kitchen.
Believe me brother it's finger lickin good!
(Even greasier funkified guitar solo)
Well ya head out of town on old route seven.
Sniff around for that sweet bouquet.
Hold your breath til ya get inside
Ruby's gonna cook up some country pride!
Oh Lordie! My taste bud's is a twitchin.
Oh Lord, you know it makes me high!
Oh Lordie! They's a cookin in that kitchen.
Believe me brother it's finger lickin good!
Believe me brother it's finger lickin good!
Believe me brother it's finger lickin good!