Lyrics:

Well lately I've been thinkin'
About some good home cookin'
Just like I haven't eaten in the longest time
Now I like potato chips now please don't get me wrong
But I haven't tasted momma's rhubarb pie in so very long
Rhubarb pie in the summer
Rhubarb pie made by my mother
Nothing better in the winter
Than rhubarb pie after dinnner
Twinkies may be better
Than a hole in the sweater
And the hole in the sweater
Beats a poke in the eye
If I had my choice I'd leave this
Gas station store
And then I'd travel back in time and
I'd sit down and have some more
Rhubarb pie in the summer
Rhubarb pie made by my mother
Nothing better in the winter
Than Rhubarb pie after dinner
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa

Looking at the picture
In the sunday paper
Of the politician he's talkin' to the press
And he looks like he's been eating lemons all his life
Well, I think momma's rhubarb pie could solve
More problems over night
Rhubarb pie in the summer
Rhubarb pie made by my mother
Nothing better in the winter
Than rhubarb pie after dinner
Rhubarb pie in the summer
Rhubarb pie made by my mother
Nothing better in the winter
Than rhubarb pie after dinner
Ah take me home... whoa
I like it with a crispy crust... whoa
And the sugar on top... whoa
Oh it makes my mouth water... whoa
I'm comin' home momma... whoa