He's a big Southern guy with a funny smile And he always seems to know By looking right in your eye Where you've come from and where you're going to go He could race a car, play a guitar, Or do the voice for a cartoon show And you can see him on the silver screen Or standing up, telling a joke about a ball moving slow But he isn't gonna go to the show Until he's got a bucket of soulfood food to go You've got to understand: he's a soulfood man Well he had figured it out, all about How to play his guitar so slow That he could play 'till the end of time And all you would here him play is one note But he better not start, 'cause he knows in is his heart That the sound of the note would grow And the people would block their ears And glasses would crack, and the soulfood shack would explode And there wouldn't be rice and beans And Sonny couldn't bring on the bowl full of collard greens You've got to understand: he's a soulfood man You've got to understand: he's a soulfood man