STONE SOUP

I got my rock and a little bit of soul

I got a spoon and a great big bowl

I got a little rhythm and I got a little rhyme

I just need my brothers cause its cooking time

Coming heavy with the cream rich like reggiano

Thicken it up and spice it with Serrano

My sound is so silky you can feel it on your tongue

Leaves you hungry for more once the bass line is done

CHORUS

Stone soup it don’t matter what you got, Stone soup drop it in the pot

If we all contribute everything we got, Then we each put in a little and we all get a lot

I’m the salt I’m the pepper I’m the cheese and the chew

The crunch and the butter, the tang and the glue

Pour it in, stir it thick, and make it stick

Finger tasting good now give it a piano lick

From the wild wild west I’m a six string shooter

Automatic rhythm, like a personal computer

Lightening pick thunder, monsoon dream,

Bringing singing like a faucet flowin like a stream

The cauldron is ablaze the stew is now complete, Full of flawless flavor, we the simmering elite

Whether studio or stage no one can compete the dinner bell is ringing grab a bowl it’s time to eat

Impeccable seasoning not too salty not too sweet, marinating melodies accentuate the beat

Slicing and dicing tone subtle and discreet, If your stomach’s growling then get a little treat