The Rock Is Cookin

Do you hear that sound? That's the sound of feet Running away from home Little feet are always running away from home They find bigger feet And they usually end up gettin' kicked in the head I joined the Navy at the age of seventeen There were lots of places I had not been I had a dream in my head about a little Japanese girl And it wasn't till I sailed halfway 'round the world You know, you know I miss the good-lookin' women in my home town I miss the home cookin' Mama that you lay down I found myself on the Frisco Bay (Oooo, ooo, ooo) Gettin' high off the wind A different chick every day (Oooo, ooo, ooo) It wasn't till I found myself down in Mexico way With tears in my eyes I was heard to say You know, you know I miss the good-lookin' women in my home town (You know) I miss the home cookin' Mama that you lay down So here I am A million miles away from home But I really do believe someday my time will come Then I'll return the prodigal son Spend the rest of my days lovin' every single last one Yes, I miss the good-lookin' women of my home town I miss the home cookin' Mama that you lay down I miss the good-lookin' women of my home town Old MacDonald had a farm on the farm And he had women everywhere Women, women everywhere Women here, women there Women everywhere Women, women, women Mmm, mmm I miss the good-lookin' women of my home town I miss the home cookin' women Mama that you lay down.

Well I'm going down to Austin, Texas I'm going down to save my soul Get that barbeque and chilli Eat my fill then come back home I'm gonna take my baby with me We gonna have a high ol' time We gonna eat 'till we get silly Sho' do make a beer taste fine Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could alright Well I know a man that cook armadillo Tastes so sweet he called it pie I know a woman makes pan Dulce Tastes so good it gets you high Get them enchiladas greasy Get them steaks chicken fried Sho' do make a man feel happy To see white gravy on the side Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could I know a place that got fried okra Beat anything I ever saw I know a man that cook cabrito It must be against the law We gonna get a big ol' sausage A big ol' plate of ranch style beans I could eat the heart of Texas We gonna need some brand new jeans Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something

Hey, good lookin' (good lookin', babe) What you got cookin'? (Got cookin' up) How's about cookin' somethin' up with me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hey Baby, I've been on this plot too long I gotta get home I said I gotta get Swag stay drippin', I'm on my grind Black man gotta get paid (get paid) Boss man talkin' 'bout overtime Had to straight tell him no way (no way) You know the boys are crackin' Buds in the parkin' lot You know when Bubba gets buzzed like to talk a lot But I can't hang with the gang after 5 o'clock I gotta bust a move (move), gotta get with you (you), ooh Hey shorty, whatcha got for me? Eastbound and down, I'm flyin' on I-40 On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah (alright) Sweet biscuits, handle your business This man can stand the heat in your kitchen Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night Drop a needle down on some old Hank Williams (Willy) I'ma turn off my phone (turn it off, baby) Pull your hair back, girl, your face so pretty We'll be honky-tonkin' all night long When the sun's comin' up on the cul-de-sac I'll be back to the hustle, makin' paper stack But I'm countin' down the seconds like an hourglass I gotta bust a move (move), gotta get with you (you), ooh Hey shorty, whatcha got for me? Eastbound and down, I'm flyin' on I-40 On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah (yeah, yeah) Sweet biscuits, handle your business This man can stand the heat in your kitchen Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night I'm talkin' 'bout a slow simmer Little somethin' sweet after dinner This the type of love that's better when you take your time Hotter than some grease poppin' Hope the neighbors don't come a-knockin' 'Cause Mr. Willie Jones is bringin' home an appetite Hey shorty, whatcha got for me? (What you got?) Eastbound and down, I'm flyin' on I-40 (skrrt) On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah Sweet biscuits, handle your business This man can stand the heat in your kitchen Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night Cookin' all Cook, cook, cookin' all Cookin' all Cook, cook, cookin' all (whatcha got cookin', baby?) Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night (whatcha cookin baby?) (Cookin', whatcha got cookin', baby?)