Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, gotta have them poke chiles.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, looking for a little of that grease.
When it's done just right, just gotta get a piece.
The way your mom made it down in the South.
Fried just right, slept to taste out your mouth.
Gravy, keep it off your face.
Gotta have manhuns in a fully place.
In the morning or dinner or in the evening.
Either way, gotta have the right seasoning.
Poke chiles, seasoning.
Y'all don't hear me?
Uh-huh, gotta treat it right so it's nice and tender.
Right amount of yeast so it'll properly render.
Something to the size, sweet like yams.
Poke chiles, not honey baked ham.
Get a little cheese if you're down with it.
Slap it in the middle of a biscuit.
Tear it up, tear it up.
In the porking lot, in your pickup truck.
Give me that pea, give me that hoe.
Give me that corn, give me that cake.
Poke chiles.
Man fry.
P-O-R-K, poke chiles.
So good, so good, so good, so good, poke chiles.
Woo, pork served hot, pork served cold.
Take it on a paper plate, cover it in foil.
Cousin Earl took enough for a family of ten.
Ain't nobody but him and a glass of gin.
The plate was wobbling, three feet high.
Finna disappear in the oil coming hot.
Something like it fried, something like it baked.
Something like it breaded with the shake and bake.
Something like hickory smoked barbecue.
But don't touch my plate, cause that's just rude.
Give me that pea, give me that hoe.
Give me that corn, give me that cake.
Poke chiles.
Man fry.
P-O-R-K, poke chiles.


Poke chiles.
So good, so good, so good, so good.
Poke chiles.
P-O-R-K, poke chiles.
P-O-R-K, poke chiles.
P-O-R-K, poke chiles.
P-O-R-K, poke chiles.

Let me tell you something.
You know where the money's made.
Pork chops up by the shoulder blade.
On the back by the loin.
I said the back, fool.
Dang! Not the groin. Just north of the Bayside.
Give me back ribs, my favorite part of the pig.
Everybody sing it with me one more time.
Hit me with the swine hook line.
Mocha, mocha.
Mocha, mocha.
Give me that B, give me that O, give me that R, give me that K for child.
And fry.
P-O-R-K for child.
Yeah, buddy.
So good, so good, so good, so good for child.
You see, I tried to tell y'all about the pork chop, about my favorite part of the family meal on holidays.
But y'all don't hear me this morning.
I see everybody needs to pass the plate my direction.
You can keep all the macaroni and cheese.
Yes, of course.
Of course, I love the cheese.
But I gotta have that pork chop sizzle.
Y'all don't hear me.
Y'all better recognize I say it this morning.
Do you understand me?
Pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop.
Give me that pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop.
Give me that pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop, pork chop.
Give me that pork chop.
Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.