Hey Wade Lyrics

Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?
Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?
A quarter inch plate of blackened steel, that son of a gun must be for real
I�d love to have a taste of what�s inside, there�s lots of room for lots of meat to hide

Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?
Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?
A tandem-axle grillin� machine, stolen form a fat kid�s dream
Smokestack must be ten feet tall, smoker�s paradise, entice us all

Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?
Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?
Brisket that don�t take a knife, oh my those beans are very nice
I think I�m gonna need some cold ice tea, and another bowl of chili if you please

Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?
Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?
Takes a mighty big truck to pull that thing, but the taste is worth the gasoline
If the devil�s really into stealin� souls he oughta box this up and offer it to go

Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?
Hey Wade, ain�t that a fine barbecue cooker?