Roadkill Grill

Just outside of town there’s a freaky place,
That caters for the less discerning taste,
It serves the kind of meat you don’t normally eat,
And it tastes really neat staight off the street,

You hit it –  we spit it,
So drop in at the Roadkill Grill.

It’s just a little bar in a tar paper shack,
With a little ol’ bar-b-que out the back,
Anything you hit we’ll put it on the pit,
And we don’t care a bit it ain’t legit,

You sky it – we fry it,
So drop in at the Roadkill Grill.

We got rack (of Racoon),
We got a chunk (of Skunk),
And horn-toad (a-la-mode),
We got sheep (beep-beep),

So come on down town to the new night spot,
Where the beer is cold and the Squirrel’s hot,
Off your fender it tastes real fresh,
At it’s most tender scraped off the mesh,

You oil it we’ll broil it,
So drop in at the Roadkill Grill.

There’s duck (out of luck),
We got snake (shake’n bake),
We got gator (raid-e-ator),
We got bo-vine (centre-line),

Drop in at the Roadkill Grill