Lyrics:

Hey fellas we'd better run, that sounds like an earthquake
Naw Slim, it's just my belly growlin', I'm hungry boys
It's about time for chuckin', Ranger Doug?
Sure is, Woody
Hey side-meats, what you got cookin' over there?
Somethin' a little different I hope
No, I cooked your very favorite boys
Oh yeah?
I don't wanna rock the boat here
I cooked beans
Beans?
And of course your all time personal favorite
Really?
Biscuits
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
Now I cooked biscuits all my life
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
Yeah I cooked for the devil and the devil's wife
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
Yeah I cooked for ol' Paul Bunyan's crew
When I run out of flour I just use glue
But they're all dead so I'll cook 'em for you
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
Biscuits for breakfast, biscuits for dinner
Biscuits for supper too
And a biscuit dream most every night
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
Boys, now I cook biscuits of every kind
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
I cook 'em out of any old thing I find
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
I'm talkin' biscuit puddin' and biscuit stew
And great big biscuits and little ones too
And biscuits you can't even chew
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
Biscuits for breakfast, biscuits for dinner
Biscuits for supper too
And a biscuit dream most every night
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
I go to the oven to see if they're done
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
I open that door and I pull out my gun
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
And then a fan three times with a clack, clack, clack
Then biscuits smile, the slugs bounce back
They're done to a turn, what a tasty snack
Biscuits for breakfast, biscuits for dinner
Biscuits for supper too
And a biscuit dream most every night
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
Boys, I cook biscuits every day
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
I cook three or four thousand and I stack 'em away
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
Till there's biscuits here and biscuits there
And biscuits crawling through your hair
And biscuits, biscuits everywhere
Biscuits for breakfast, biscuits for dinner
Biscuits for supper too
And a biscuit dream most every night
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
That's the part I like
And a biscuit dream most every night
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
Say boys, how about a great big t-bone steak?
Oh
Sounds good, doesn't it?
Thick mushroom gravy, fellas
Oh maybe a devil's food cake
Hey
Oh boy
All the trimmings guys
Wow
A salad bar
Hey
A fruit cup
Food galore
A bottle of sarsaparilla
Perhaps three or four
You know what you're gonna get?
Biscuits
Oh
Don't get sore
Oh, we got the biscuit blues
You're gonna love 'em just like I did
Sort of an acquired taste