Butterbean — текст песни (B-52`s, The)

Yeah, if you go down to Athens, G-A
And you`re driving in your car
You won`t get very far before
You hear people shoutin` out!
What`s that?
Butterbean! Yeah!
Gramps and grannies
Kids in their teens
Junkyard dogs and campus queens
Yeah, everybody likes butterbeans

Don`t you wait, don`t you linger
Butterbean don`t slip through my fingers

Pass me plate full, I`ll be grateful
1-2-3-4
Pick `em, hull `em, put on the steam
That`s how we fix butterbeans
(Fix `em hot hot hot)
(Yeah, make `em jump outta the pot)

Come here you little butterbean you come on!
Butterbean-butterbean
Butterbean-butterbean
Butterbean-butterbean
Butterbean-butterbean
Butterbean grows on the vine

Some people are fat, some people are lean
But I want you to show me the person
Who doesn`t like butterbeans
Yay!

Well, you can have your yams
You can have your collard greens
But if you want to please little ol` me
You better fix butterbeans

Don`t you wait, don`t you linger
Butterbean don`t slip through my fingers

Pick `em, hull `em, put on the steam
That`s how we fix butterbeans
(Fix `em hot hot hot)
(Yeah, make `em jump outta the pot)
Fix `em for me now