Lyrics:

My Granny makes the best cracklin' ho cake
It tastes so good I can't wait to dip my plate
She's cookin' ham hocks in some white-acre peas
She's cookin' turnip greens and macaroni and cheese

Get on out my way I got to ease up to that pot
I like my cornbread while it's still piping hot
I love this food Lord, I can't get enough
Stick ya hands near my plate, you'll draw back a nub

I 'member it happened back in 1978
Daddy caught me tryin' to steal a pork chop off his plate
He snatched it back and I gave him a little sass
He quick whupped off the belt 'n' started whuppin' on my ass

I learned a lesson 'bout what this food can do
It can talk yo ass in to turning black and blue
So all you kids keep yo' hands to yo' on supper
'Cause if you let that food do the talkin' yo' tail might suffer

I love smoke mullet, hush puppies and grits
I love them catfish and I love them popcorn shrimp
I love fried chicken and I love them collard greens
I love them black eye peas and them lima beans

I love that ox-tail soup with a little rice
I love them candied yams and sweet potato pies
I love it all Lord, I just got to holler
Tastes so dad, blame good I can't even swallow