Porkys BBQ Fry and Grill Since 1983

[Intro] [Verse 1] Back in ’83, the smoke began to rise, Porky’s flame lit up the Southern skies. Donut Burgers stackin’, sweet and savory collide, Gator bites snap, and the crowd goes wide! Sizzlin’ on the grill, the secret’s in the sauce, Thirty years of flavor, never losin’ the boss. [Chorus] Oh, Porky’s BBQ’s where the good times roll, Fried s’mores drippin’, Dole whip cold. Sip that lemonade, fresh-squeezed sunshine, Find us at the festival, and we’ll blow your mind! [Verse 2] Pineapple swirls in a creamy whip, Lemonade shakes, take a sweet-lipped sip. Smokehouse magic, slow-cooked to perfection, Every bite’s a memory, a flavor connection. [Bridge] From ribs to raves, we’re the festival kings, Follow the smoke trail where the barbecue sings. North, South, East, West—wherever you roam, Porky’s brings the party, turn the grill into home. [Final Chorus] Oh, Porky’s BBQ’s where the good times roll, Fried s’mores drippin’, Dole whip cold. Sip that lemonade, fresh-squeezed sunshine, Find us at the festival, and we’ll blow your mind! [Outro]