The B-52's Butterbean Lyrics

Yeah, if you go down to Athens, G-A
And you're driving in your car
You won't get very far before
You hear people shoutin' out!
What's that?
b___erbean! Yeah!
Gramps and grannies
Kids in their teens
Junkyard dogs and campus queens
Yeah, everybody likes b___erbeans

Don't you wait, don't you linger
b___erbean don't slip through my fingers

Pass me plate full, I'll be grateful
1-2-3-4
Pick 'em, hull 'em, put on the steam
That's how we fix b___erbeans
(Fix 'em hot hot hot)
(Yeah, make 'em jump outta the pot)

Come here you little b___erbean you come on!
b___erbean-b___erbean
b___erbean-b___erbean
b___erbean-b___erbean
b___erbean-b___erbean
b___erbean grows on the vine

Some people are fat, some people are lean
But I want you to show me the person
Who doesn't like b___erbeans
Yay!

Well, you can have your yams
You can have your collard greens
But if you want to please little ol' me
You better fix b___erbeans

Don't you wait, don't you linger
b___erbean don't slip through my fingers

Pick 'em, hull 'em, put on the steam
That's how we fix b___erbeans
(Fix 'em hot hot hot)
(Yeah, make 'em jump outta the pot)
Fix 'em for me now

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