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Sub-Chef Food Poisoning Blues

(Note:  If you haven.t heard Dylan sing the original on the Bringing it All Back Home
album, listening to it is a pre-requisite. Otherwise it looks entirely erratic instead of
divinely subtle and fragrant)

(Open to the sounds of a country rock boogiewoogie intro joined by
slick steel slides setting the nasal whing-ding urban stomping  tone).

Spaw's old medicine
Started growing fur again
Put it on the pavement
Leave it to the government
The man in the cook's coat
Laid out his hot dog,
Says he's got sea weed
Wants to put it in a log

Look out man
It's mold in a can
God knows why
But it isn't gonna fry
You better dice and sliver
Heatin' up the liver
The man in the dhoti,
 fixing up a roti,
Handin' out sorbet
Wants to find a new way!

Maggie brings brown rice
Says it makes the soup nice
Talkin bout a paté
Gonna make a bouchée
Goin' back to New York
Bring back jerk pork
Goes with a light port
Good enough to export

Look out girl
It's startin' to curl
Gotta keep the heat low
When ya make a compot
Better pick a clean stick
Pinch and peel and tater prick,
Keep sauteeing
Keep up with the flaying
You don't need an aubergine
to keep the sweet medaillion,
Ahh,
WIne kebab, mekitsas
Deep pan pizzas
Feta cheese and chicken
Lady-finger-lickin!
Fry bread, cheese head
Scald, roast, cream, shred
Drop a good toredo
FIx it up Alfedo!

Look out, goil
You're soups gonna boil!
Tabasco, gallo
Wasabi and volaille-o
Zup au poivres, darjeeling
Keep up with the peeling
Girls gonna get fazed
By my smoked beef glaze,
Don't do the tango!
Watch the sorbet mango!
Ah mill it, fillet, don' ask how they kill it,
Short cuts, beef butts,
Get the extra Virgin dressed
Bound ta be a  success
Please her, please him,  purée
Chopped ice, flambé,
Set it to 350
And get busy on the sautée!

Look out kid
You're liftin the lid!
Better chop the nuts up finer
Serve it to the diner
No Coriander!
We aren't here to pander!
Eggs and spring onions
Gonna cure your bunions,
The chef is  gonna killya if you fill it with vanilla!!
 

(Whining steel slides and rhythm fade out)