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I saw an orange, an' it looked perrty good t' eat.
But it sure ain't no better than salted meat. Ahh, anyhow as long as ya eat, it's alright. I seen a roasted chicken, an' it looked quite tasty. Wait now, pretty baby, take it slow, don't be hasty. Ahh, anyhow as long as ya eat, it's alright. Saw man at a hotdog stand up the road, sellin' hotdogs that looked moldy an' old. Ahh, anyhow as long as ya eat, it's alright. When I die, I want a big, fat barbecue. Don't let them fat foreigners get through. Ahh, anyhow as long as ya eat, it's alright. Make sure the rub is thick an' spicy. Have them old drinks cold an' icy. Ahh, woo, anyhow as long as ya eat, it's alright. Don't ya dare eat that ol' habanero, ahh, hooo! it's like ridin' in the rodeo. Oh, anyhow as long as ya eat, it's alright. You can take your pots, and your pans, and you goin' down the road, gonna live with yer Georgia Sam. But as long as you eat, it's alright. Aww, baby, I can't let you burn our food, all. Maybe you can come back next fall. Aw, anyhow, as long as ya eat, it's alright. Baby, you can go down to Fenario an' see the art of cookin' from long ago. And as long as you, perrty baby, as long as you learn to cook, ain't nothin' goin' wrong.
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