Don’t Piss On My Barbecue

We were hanging out back cooking our hot dogs
They were all-beef weiners, not those tofu logs
We were just hanging out getting ready to play
Should have just went to White Castle that day

‘Cause out of nowhere came one mean dude
Had a sneer on his face and he acted rude
Had dreadlocked hair and a Foster’s beer
A ring through his nose and one through his ear”Don’t you know that shit’s bad for you?””No we don’t, and we don’t care too””Do you box or do Tae Kwon Do?””No, we don’t; we do calculus, though”

Don’t piss on my barbecue
Don’t piss on my barbecue
Don’t piss on my barbecue
Don’t piss on my barbecue

Pulled down his zipper to do the deed
It wasn’t Soul Vengeance but it still was mean”Yo! man, this’ll ruin our gig””Yo! my brother was killed by a pig”

Then a skinhead and a green motherhubbard showed up to save the day
They grabbed the Weenie Wetter and pushed him out of the way
The green haired guy tried to reason with him while the skinhead just looked mean
Our cheerful demeanor was tarnished, but at least our hot dogs stayed clean

Don’t piss on my barbecue
Don’t piss on my barbecue
Don’t piss on my barbecue
Don’t piss on my barbecue

Don’t piss on my barbecue
Don’t piss on my barbecue
Don’t piss on my barbecue
Don’t piss on my barbecue