JASON'S 'THE CHILLI SONG' (in red hot)

A song that captures my chill, Chris’s eccentricities, Gra’s pee-yow and Rich’s virtuoso.

Extra Hot Chilly. Halo Burning Murder Chilli. Satan’s Ass Ring Chilli. Chill Bum Burner. Burn’s New Arse Chilli. Yes we’ve got a title.

We want it to be cool, but with enough sauce, sass, funk and groove to get you hot. Ok then we can play with the temperature. Is it sexy? Yup and laid back too. Like I couldn’t give a monkey’s nuts. And funny too.

Burn’s New Arse Chilli

I may look chilled
But I’m burning on my own fire
My cheese is grilled
My buns are packed with mighty high fibre

I’ve got a bed of crisp lettuce
To lay you backflat
I’ve got a sausage with a message
In a tight tortilla wrap

You take your fill
You pay the bill
You wipe the corner of your mouth
I bounce your checks
I take your tips
But you know you’re coming back

I trace a finger down the spine of a list of fine wine
I pop your cork I let it breathe in a post coital sigh
On your legs I spread a napkin embroidered with my name
Burn’s New Arse Chilli
Branded in flame

And every night with me is by candlelight
Satisfaction guaranteed I’m open any time
Even on the holidays I can’t say no to you
I’m not fussy if your company’s a tabletop for two

You take your time
I take your coat
I’ll always pull out your chair
You lick your fingers
Lick your lips
And your shoulders always bare

I take your order
But I warn you
My sauce is true to my name
You can see it in the window
Burn’s New Arse Chilli
Branded in flame

Oh would the lady like it flambé?
Can I put your cream on ice?
Can I butter up your muffin?
And lay you on pillowed rice?

- J