Bodean's, The Single.

We've written a song about the man-stealing capabilities of our favourite meaty restaurant, Bodean's in Soho. It is written to the tune of Dolly Parton's Jolene, and co written by William Saul Flack and Aaron Sinclair Wilmer.

Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans
Please don't take him just because you can

Your pulled-pork is beyond compare and your steak you cook so rare
With French fries and smokey ribs so lean
Your portions they are never mean, your waiting staff so mighty keen
And I cannot compete with you Bodeans

He talks about you in his sleep and there's nothing I can do to keep
Him from crying out your meaty name Bodeans
But I can easily understand how you could easily feed my man
But you don't know what he means to me Bodeans

Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans
I’ve got a rack but your ribs sure beat mine
Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans
On your chicken thighs please don’t let him dine

He comes back smelling of chipottle, and root beer drunk straight from the bottle
Keep your meaty mitts off him Bodeans
Don’t let him run away with you and your flamin’ barbeque
I’m his finger bowl, not you Bodeans

Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans Bodeans
Please don't take him even though you can