BBQ Dad from Tuesday by Joshua Alexandre

He waited tables at the Keg before he got his degree
A master’s from Australia in history
I sometimes wonder if waiting tables his talents were lost
I think he should been the chef, you know, the kitchen boss

Barbecue Dad
Barbecue Dad
Burgers, brats, steaks
The finest you’ve ever had

J-Ho, he knows, he knows!
J-Ho, oh no! He doesn’t know!
J-Ho, says sorry bro!

Get that man a spatula, this party will be lit
He’s got corn on the cob, and he’s bacon wrapping it
He’s saucing up some wings, and he’s cracking lots of jokes
He’s cracking brewskies too, and mixing rum and cokes!

Barbecue Dad
Barbecue Dad
Burgers, brats, steaks
The finest you’ve ever had

• Acoustic pop
• Folk pop
• Pop
• satire pop
• vocal harmony
• New Westminster