Old Spice click title to hear mp3
(Kyan's Song)
words & music by William "Beaver" Bausch
She knew he’d be comin’ soon
but she didn’t know what to name him.
She paced in the kitchen as the time was tickin’
this picture, it needed a framin’. . .
How about Basil, or Rosemary?
After all, he’s only cumin.
It wouldn’t curry favor if it was lackin’ flavor
and his arrival, it was loomin’. . .
Betsey, don’t you give him nothin’ that he can’t take back and
Maybe you shouldn’t pace in front of that old spice rack.
Just give it some space, I know you can find the right handle for your little man.
She paid no heed to the row of seeds
‘cause she didn’t want to get carried away (caraway seed)
she dared not pander to the corriander,
she had to keep those leaves at bay (big bay leaf)
She gingerly passed by the powders and roots,
searching for somethin’ better
She stifled a cry with a tear in her eye
as she gazed at that red pepper. . .
Betsey, don’t you give him nothin’ that he can’t take back and
Maybe you shouldn’t pace in front of that old spice rack.
Just give it some space, I know you can find the right handle for your little man.
Betsey, don’t you give him nothin’ that he can’t take back and
Maybe you shouldn’t pace in front of that old spice rack.
Just give it some space, I know you can find the right handle for your little man.
For your Cayenne. . .
It’s like Ryan with a K.
