Country / 2026-03-16
You Are The Sauce Upon My Wings
A backyard food-love anthem where barbecue sauce becomes a metaphor for heat, sweetness, and romantic flavor.
Recording
You Are The Sauce Upon My Wings
Smartass Amoeba
Lyrics
You Are The Sauce Upon My Wings
By Smartass Amoeba
Sun going down on a Saturday
Smoke rolling out that rusty drum
Got a tray of wings in a peppered rub
Neighbors holler
"Save me some!" (hey!)
You are the sauce upon my wings
Spicy
Sweet
It makes me sing
Dip me
Spin me
Do your thing
Baby
You're the sauce upon my wings
Yeah
You're the sauce upon my wings (oh yeah)
You laugh
Wipe flour on your dress
Hot grease popping like a second line
You say
"Boy
Better taste 'em first"
One bite and I swear you're mine
You are the sauce upon my wings
Spicy
Sweet
It makes me sing
Dip me
Spin me
Do your thing
Baby
You're the sauce upon my wings
Yeah
You're the sauce upon my wings
Got that sticky on my fingers
Got that heat upon my lips
Every little lick just lingers
Like your slow
Slow kiss
You are the sauce upon my wings
Spicy
Sweet
It makes me sing
Dip me
Spin me
Do your thing
Baby
You're the sauce upon my wings
Yeah
You're the sauce upon my wings
(One more time)
Baby
You're the sauce upon my wings