SALT OF THE EARTH
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
I thought it was just a condiment but once I’d tried it
I spent so many nights with it by the side
Of every meal and now I feel that I can finally confide
When I make beef hash
I’ll reach for my stash
On sweet potato mash
It’s there in a flash
If I’m feeling brasher, please
I’ll sneak it into brasseries
And lash it onto black-eyed peas
The powdered nectar
That is
Tony Chachere's
To choose another seasoning, no choice could be rasher
As creole salt goes there’s no solution flasher
Cook up any reindeer, Rudolph, Dancer or Dasher
Or just a racoon to be blatantly white trasher
It goes with gumbo it jams with jamabalaya
It gives your pizza a burst of friendly fire
Serenades seafood like a celestial choir
Please use it to spice up my ashes when I die
I want to suck it off my French fries, douse it on my eggs
I want to snort it off my girlfriend’s newly-shaven legs
I want to shower in it naked in Parisian haberdasheries
A granulated orgy of pure Tony Chachere's
No matter what you put it on, the taste of it lingers
I think it’s why Drew Brees is always licking his fingers
I cling to this thing that’s a harbinger of a zinger
I can tell the real from fake so don’t pass me no dead ringers
No phony Tony for this baloney, pepperoni or albalone...
It’s not below me to blow all my wages or cash on these
Golden crumbs that let me season my meat with ease
Fillet mignons, boeuf, or any cut of vache-ery
Cow-tow to the moo-ving delight that is Chachere's.
They say my mind is dented
And perhaps I’m...condimented
But I’ll box your ears
From Kenner to Algiers
If your reason disappears
And you pronounce it (ahhhhhhhh) Sash-eers.
Don’t disrespect that crustacean
With mispronunciation
Go embellish your shellfish with some other hellish relish
And I promise that your teeth will GNASH when you see me
Drive headlong into a culinary CRASH and on my knees
I’ll give thanks to my crony, he’s my one and my only,
My homegrown Tony, my new religione!
Don’t dare talk trash
Or I’ll dole out thrasheries
Never insult
The ‘in’ salt
Tony Chachere's.
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
I thought it was just a condiment but once I’d tried it
I spent so many nights with it by the side
Of every meal and now I feel that I can finally confide
When I make beef hash
I’ll reach for my stash
On sweet potato mash
It’s there in a flash
If I’m feeling brasher, please
I’ll sneak it into brasseries
And lash it onto black-eyed peas
The powdered nectar
That is
Tony Chachere's
To choose another seasoning, no choice could be rasher
As creole salt goes there’s no solution flasher
Cook up any reindeer, Rudolph, Dancer or Dasher
Or just a racoon to be blatantly white trasher
It goes with gumbo it jams with jamabalaya
It gives your pizza a burst of friendly fire
Serenades seafood like a celestial choir
Please use it to spice up my ashes when I die
I want to suck it off my French fries, douse it on my eggs
I want to snort it off my girlfriend’s newly-shaven legs
I want to shower in it naked in Parisian haberdasheries
A granulated orgy of pure Tony Chachere's
No matter what you put it on, the taste of it lingers
I think it’s why Drew Brees is always licking his fingers
I cling to this thing that’s a harbinger of a zinger
I can tell the real from fake so don’t pass me no dead ringers
No phony Tony for this baloney, pepperoni or albalone...
It’s not below me to blow all my wages or cash on these
Golden crumbs that let me season my meat with ease
Fillet mignons, boeuf, or any cut of vache-ery
Cow-tow to the moo-ving delight that is Chachere's.
They say my mind is dented
And perhaps I’m...condimented
But I’ll box your ears
From Kenner to Algiers
If your reason disappears
And you pronounce it (ahhhhhhhh) Sash-eers.
Don’t disrespect that crustacean
With mispronunciation
Go embellish your shellfish with some other hellish relish
And I promise that your teeth will GNASH when you see me
Drive headlong into a culinary CRASH and on my knees
I’ll give thanks to my crony, he’s my one and my only,
My homegrown Tony, my new religione!
Don’t dare talk trash
Or I’ll dole out thrasheries
Never insult
The ‘in’ salt
Tony Chachere's.