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Meat on the Bone

Blowers/Carnes/Lenahan

 

That sign outside your window sez best Bar-B-Que in town.

So, I won’t need a menu baby write this order down.

Bring me a big fat full slab juicy rack of ribs.

Hold the soup and salad don’t forget my bib.

‘Cause I ain’t counting calories in case you didn’t know.

I want, I need I like a little meat on the bone.

 

That stuff you’re calling music is playing way too loud.

Tell that dj dude to turn off or turn it down?

Can’t take that non-stop, dance rock sissy pop crap.

If it ain’t country cookin’ I can’t get off on that.

Just, mix me up some Wayon with some Skynyrd and some Jones.

I want, I need I like a little meat the bone.

 

Meat on the bone keeps a man from getting old.

Puts a roll in his rock puts the rock in his roll.

Eve said to Adam, “If you wanna take me home.

Love me feed me.

Can’t live on bread alone.”

I want, I need I like a little meat on the bone.

 

Now, that’s the kind of woman a guy like me prefers.

Who ain’t on every diet and eating like a bird

I’d like a full bodied smoking hottie someone I can squeeze.

Who stretches out a sweater fills up a pair of jeans.

No I don’t want no skninny minny Paris Hilton clone

I want I need I like a little meat on the bone

 

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If you’re the kind of woman who wanna take me home

Love me feed me

Can’t live on bread alone.

I want I need I like a little meat on the bone.