I was making a sandwich
With cheese on bread
I was making a sandwich
With butter wide spread
I was born with a knife
A spoon for tea
My daddy was a black moustache oysters serving chef
Because I'm tasty, my middle name is spicery
Well I'm tasty, so won't you grab a bite of me
I've never cared for customers
But I've never ignored
I only swear at their monsterness
Saying there's not enough salt
I'm only made out
Of pepper, juice and corn
So if you're gonna order sandwich
Make sure it's hell lot more than one
Because I'm tasty, my middle name is spicery
Well I'm tasty, so won't you take a bite of me
I'm tasty, tasty, tasty, as can be
I'm spicy, spicy, spicy, as can be
So please grab a bite, please grab a bite, please grab a bite of me
I'm tasty, I'm tasty, tasty, tasty
So please take a bite, please take a bite of me
I'm spicy, I tell you I'm spicy
So please grab a bite of me
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