"At The Barbeque"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	This URCHIN classic takes the listener on a trip from a family barbeque that ends up in URCHIN lead singer Tomato11 in space trying to court a loving relationship with an alien lady.
	CD: The Sound of URCHIN   Label: Steven Records Credits: Tomato11: MC, Cash/Money/Love: bass, Barbie Smooth: producer
	Story Behind the Song It is a true Sound of URCHIN story. Lyrics AT THE BARBEQUE Summer, summer, summer is my rhyme Where ya goin’ Father Time? What ya doin’? Eatin chicken? Fingers stickin’, sun it shines What’s that ma? What ya sayin’? what ya say? Is it time? I can’t believe it, I must have waited all my life, at least all winter for my right to do this thing we always do, What’s that? I thought you knew, it’s my family barbeque Uncle Richard brings the chips, Aunt Elaine she makes the dip Cousin Brian makes the franks, little Rollo pullin’ pranks Father Ronald brings the steaks that Mother Audrey has to make We got the park for the whole day, volleyball the sun and shade At the barbeque, take off our shoes, we got so much to do, got so much to do Speakin’ of do, have I told you ‘bout Joe, he’s the cousin’ up to somethin’ goin’ for the gold He brings valium pies to the barbeque with the Ex-lax cake and the scooby doo Mixin’ dirty play with fun, laughin’ it off with Rollo and Stumms, go… Ya hear what I’m sayin’ This year little Rollo and Joe got crazier though, they fed me and Barbie some trick Doritos Then we started to fly, we went up to the sky on the tail of a comet, we were sittin’ on it Then they took some M-80’s blew up the grill and the gravies While we were hangin’ out with the alien ladies, Oh the alien ladies, green glow heads when you lay them down on their alien beds they sing their song It goes, I just saw somebody that looked just like you, they walk like you do, I thought it was you I said, “baby I’m from the planet earth, I’ve been there since birth, yeah My vehicle is back in San Diego CA, real far away But now I’m here to love your space body and whip out my wallet and give you space money to pay for your dinner at Space Mickey D’s to buy you Quarter Pounder, space fries with space cheese onion rings, a space Big Mac, space Happy Meal and some money

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