By Craig Goldwyn
To the tune of "You Can't Hurry Love"
with apologies to Diana Ross

I need ribs, ribs,
To ease my day.
I need to find time,
To cook them right!

My papa said:
You can't hurry ribs!
No, you just got to wait.
He said ribs don't come easy,
It's a game of time and temp.
You can't hurry ribs!
No, you just have to wait.
Just trust in low 'n slow,
No matter how long it takes.

How many boiled slabs must I stand?
Before I find the crunch to let me live again?
Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on,
Is a mem'ry of smokiness down to the bone.

I remember Papa said:
Can’t hurry ribs!
No you just have to wait.
He said ribs don’t come easy,
It’s a game of time and temp.
How long must I wait?
How much thirst must I slake?
Before succulent slabs
Will cause my taste buds to wake?

No, I can't bear them burnt or boiled.
I grow impatient for meat that falls off the bone.
But when I feel that I, that I can’t go on,
These precious words keep me hanging on,

I remember Papa said:
You can’t hurry ribs!
No, you just have to wait.
He said ribs don’t come easy,
It’s a game of time and temp.
You can’t hurry ribs,
No, you just have to wait.
He said trust in the low 'n slow,
No matter how long it takes!

Now ribs, ribs they don’t come easy.
But I keep on waiting, anticipating.
For that juicy meat
To talk to me at night
For some tender flesh
Hickory smoked just right!
I keep waiting
Until it's done.
But it ain’t easy.
It ain’t easy.

My papa said:
You can’t hurry ribs.
No, you’ll just have to wait.
He said ribs don’t come easy.
It’s a game of time and temp.

You can’t hurry ribs.
No, you just have to wait.
Just trust in low 'n slow,
No matter how long it takes.

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