[INTRO – SPOKEN] [BUBBA] Darlene… [DARLENE] Yeah? [BUBBA] You hungry? [DARLENE] Always. [BUBBA] Well, then we’re going to Pittsburgh. [HARMONICA – PLAYFUL RIFF] [VERSE 1 – BUBBA] Give me pierogies on a Saturday night, Little butter on top and everything’s right. Potatoes and cheese, Maybe onions too, That’s the kind of supper Pittsburgh folks know to do. Then down the street where the lights shine bright, We’ll find a sandwich big enough for two tonight. [VERSE 2 – DARLENE] French fries on the sandwich, Now don’t you look surprised, Pittsburgh people figured out how to put the whole meal inside. Meat between the bread, Fries piled up high, You better open wide if you’re gonna give it a try! [CHORUS – BOTH] Pierogies and Primanti’s, That’s Pittsburgh on a plate! Come a little hungry, ‘cause you’re gonna leave first-rate! Potatoes, cheese and sandwiches, Fries stacked to the sky, Pittsburgh knows how to feed you— Just don’t ask me why! [YODEL – BUBBA] Yodel-ay-ee… Yodel-ay-oh! Pass the pierogies! [VERSE 3 – BUBBA] You got your ketchup, You got your mustard, You got your sandwich in your hand, You got a hungry Pittsburgh crowd that knows exactly where to stand. Somebody’s telling stories, Somebody’s laughing loud, And somebody just dropped half their French fries on the ground. [VERSE 4 – DARLENE] Bubba, you better watch yourself, That sandwich weighs a ton! [BUBBA] That’s all right, Darlene, I’m just getting started, hon! [DARLENE LAUGHS] [HARMONICA – PLAYFUL SOLO] [CHORUS – BOTH] Pierogies and Primanti’s, That’s Pittsburgh on a plate! Come a little hungry, ‘cause you’re gonna leave first-rate! Potatoes, cheese and sandwiches, Fries stacked to the sky, Pittsburgh knows how to feed you— Just don’t ask me why! [BRIDGE – CALL & RESPONSE] [BUBBA] What do we want? [CROWD] PIEROGIES! [BUBBA] What else? [CROWD] SANDWICHES! [BUBBA] What goes on top? [CROWD] FRIES! [BUBBA] And what color are we? [CROWD] BLACK AND GOLD! [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK] [BANJO + FIDDLE + HARMONICA + MANDOLIN] [VERSE 5 – BUBBA] From the old neighborhoods to the city downtown, There’s always something cooking when Pittsburgh folks are around. You don’t need a fancy table, You don’t need a silver spoon, Just give me good food and good company in the room. [VERSE 6 – DARLENE] Because food ain’t just food when you’re sitting with your friends, It’s stories at the table and a night you don’t want to end. It’s laughing till you’re crying, It’s passing plates around, It’s one more little memory of the greatest little town. [FINAL CHORUS – FULL] Pierogies and Primanti’s, That’s Pittsburgh on a plate! Come a little hungry, ‘cause you’re gonna leave first-rate! Potatoes, cheese and sandwiches, Fries stacked to the sky, Pittsburgh knows how to feed you— Just don’t ask me why! Pierogies! Primanti’s! Black and gold! Pittsburgh! [YODEL – FULL] Yodel-ay-ee… Yodel-ay-oh! Pass the plate! Yodel-ay-ee… Yodel-ay-ay! Pittsburgh, PA! [OUTRO – SPOKEN] [DARLENE] Bubba? [BUBBA] Yeah? [DARLENE] You ate the last pierogi. [BUBBA] I did? [DARLENE] You did. [BUBBA] Well… I guess I’ll have to order another one. [DARLENE] Now you’re talking. [HARMONICA – CHEERFUL RIFF] [SFX: Laughter, restaurant chatter, plates] [BUBBA] Pittsburgh! [DARLENE] Pass the fries! [FADE OUT]
