BBQ In The Factory
Electropop with light country color and electro swing bounce, punchy 4/4 beats, slow-burning groove, distorted electric guitar stabs and vinyl scratches; verse rides tense clipped synth bass and handclaps, pre-chorus strips to kick and snapped vocals, chorus opens with big harmony stacks and call-and-response chants. Dual female and male vocals trade lines, with doubled hooks, ad-lib shouts, tape-stop dips, and brass hits for transitions. Bright, punchy, and greasy-fun in the mix., complex, slow, electric, dynamic, light, female vocals, electro swing, country, beats, male vocals
BBQ In The Factory
Electropop with light country color and electro swing bounce, punchy 4/4 beats, slow-burning groove, distorted electric guitar stabs and vinyl scratches; verse rides tense clipped synth bass and handclaps, pre-chorus strips to kick and snapped vocals, chorus opens with big harmony stacks and call-and-response chants. Dual female and male vocals trade lines, with doubled hooks, ad-lib shouts, tape-stop dips, and brass hits for transitions. Bright, punchy, and greasy-fun in the mix., complex, slow, electric, dynamic, light, female vocals, electro swing, country, beats, male vocals
Lyrics
Verse 1
Locked in the factory
Under the press and smoke
My phone got no signal
My boots are soaked
Then I smell the pit fire
Out past the chain-link gate
Ribs on a metal tray
And I can't be late
Pre-Chorus
Batter up, babe
I need a break
I hear the cooler crack
I hear the grill shake
Chorus
Help, help
Let me out tonight
Help, help
I need that plate in sight
Ribs and corn
Peach pie too
Help, help
I'm coming to you
Verse 2
Bring the brisket, baby
Bring the beans and slaw
Potato salad in a bowl
Made by Auntie Jo
Ice chest full of lemon pop
Sweet tea, bourbon shine
Deviled eggs on paper plates
And the whole crew line by line
Pre-Chorus
Flip that steak
Turn that flame
I hear my name called out
Across the chain
Chorus
Help, help
Let me out tonight
Help, help
I need that plate in sight
Ribs and corn
Peach pie too
Help, help
I'm coming to you
Bridge
Hammer in my hand, but my heart is on the yard
We got hot dogs, watermelon, and the charcoal sparkin' hard
Fold-up chairs, card games, laughs in the air
If I don't get there soon, I'm gonna lose my share
Chorus
Help, help
Let me out tonight
Help, help
I need that plate in sight
Ribs and corn
Peach pie too
Help, help
I'm coming to you