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The problem is all your food's too bland, she said to me.
The answer is easy if you sprinkle liberally.
Just call upon El Grande and I'm sure that you will see
There must be fifty ways to season supper.
She said I must admit a habit to partake.
Furthermore, I put these flavors into every meal I make;
So I satisfy myself with several dashes or a shake.
There must be fifty ways to season supper.
Fifty ways to season supper.
Just chop up the Habs, Babs. Get the Arbol, Joel,
Pick the Tepin, Jean; just listen to me.
Shake out the dust, Gus. Ya don't need to discuss much.
But try the Aji, Lee, and set yourself free.
She said it grieves me so to see food go to waste.
I'll bet there's something I could do to cultivate your taste.
I said, I appreciate that
and you may have made your case about the fifty ways.
She said, why don't we both just try it on a bite
And I believe, in a moment, you'll begin to see the light.
Then I tasted it and I realized she probably was right,
There must be fifty ways to season supper.
Fifty ways to season supper.
So peel the New Mex, Tex. Dry the Cayenne, Stan.
Dip in the Datil, Will, and try not to sneeze.
Fry up the Thai, Sy, you won't even ask why!
Just roast a Poblano, Dan-O, you're gonna thank me…
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