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I
drove to the track infield one day
Had a seasons pass so I didn’t pay
Got a Bucket ‘O Things and comfy seatin
Mmm-mm, that’s good eatin’
This
bus sure has seen better days
The paint roller lines give a delightful haze
The smoke’s inside but only when we’re cookin’
The pots are covered so there’s no sense lookin’
People
come from miles afar
To see the race and cheer the cars
But the thing that stops this short track meetin’
Is my homemade marvellous real good eatin’
It’s
good with jam, it’s good with scones
It ain’t so bad if you spit out the bones
My guts on fire, my heart quit beatin’
Mmm-mm, that’s good eatin’
The
recipe is something hard to get
And I’ve never said whats in it yet
Some folks guess and some just eat
Some ask if its vegetable or just plain meat
It’s
fast to make, just add some butter
A screwdriver to stir it, then take a cookie cutter,
Press out some shapes and pat down the dough
35 minutes later you’re good to go
They’ve
tried to steal my pot away
I’ve cussed and chased and scared’em away
One things for sure when they’re done brow-beatin’
They all sit down for some real good eatin’
It’s
a wonder they don’t follow me back
And that’s real good ’cause they’d learn my knack
Of cookin up stuff that’s akin to cheatin’
Mmm-mm, that’s good eatin’
On
real dark nights I run the roads
Checking the ditches, stepping over toads
I’ve made myself more than a few
This secret meal of roadkill stew
It’s
good with jam, it’s good with scones
It ain’t so bad if you spit out the bones
My guts on fire, my heart quit beatin’
Mmm-mm, that’s good eatin’
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