Well Lately I’ve been thinking/ 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 mama’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 dinner
Cookies may be better/than a hole in the sweater
And a hole in the sweater/beats a poke in the eye
If I had my choice I’d leave this gaaas station store
And then I’d try go 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
Woah
wo-o x6
Looking at the picture/in the Sunday paper
Of the politician/ He’s talking to the press
He looks like he’s been eating lemons all his life
Well I think mama’s rhubarb pie could solve more problems overnight
Rhubarb Pie in the summer
Rhubarb Pie made by my mother
Nothing better in the winter
Than Rhubarb pie after dinner
(repeat)
Woah
wo-o (Ahhh take me home)
wo-o (I like it with the crispy crust)
wo-o (And the sugar on top)
wo-o (Oh it makes my mouth water)
wo-o (I’m comin’ home mama)
wo-o
