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The Barbecue

Sitting round the barbecue

there's Paddy, Jeff and me

Mary is on Paddy's right

as happy as can be

Kath is sitting next to Jon

while Chrissy chats with Fay

Paddy passes round the brew

on an orange, plastic tray

 

Someone grabs a guitar

and begins a happy song

No one knows the melody

but still we sing along

Over comes old Lucifer

his hooves are keeping time

Three hot dogs on his pitch fork

(and one of them is mine)

 

"I hate to break this up" he says

"the boss is on his way

And if we don't pass muster

then there will be Hell to pay

So put away that beer my friends

and hide that barbecue

Now everyone look miserable

and maybe we'll get through".

 

A golden light came shining in

as Jesus crossed the room

Paddy swung a pick ax

and I swept with a broom

And Lucifer he cursed at us

and cracked an evil whip

And then a half gone Fosters

went and fell from Paddy's hip.

 

You could have heard a pin

drop as that bottle hit the floor

Lucifer just shook his head

he knew what was in store

But Jesus Christ he grabbed

that brew and gave a wicked smile

"For an ice cold pint of Fosters

I would walk a country mile"

 

So the joint again was rockin’

And Jesus lead the way

He said “if it were up to me

I think that I would stay”

Then he downed another bottle

And he said ‘oh by the way,

My dad would not be cool with

this so hold your tongues, ok?"

 

We never let the secret slip

and all is right and well

And if you’d like to join

us at this barbecue in Hell

Then we have a simple rule

you see, that everyone abides

You can come and go eternally

but religion stays outside.

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Written by
patrick-mcfarland
American
Published
Nov 4, 2011
Lines·Words
56·317
Notes

*The late great Paddy Martin and I had a running joke. Whichever of us left this world first would buy the beer in the great beyond. This one's for Paddy...

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