Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In a small little shop, on a bustling street,
A soup maestro ruled, with a firm heartbeat.
His ladle in hand, he'd serve with finesse,
But cross his strict rules, you'd leave in distress.
(Pre-Chorus)
Customers lined up, eager for a taste,
But one wrong move, and they'd leave in haste.
His words were final, his verdict clear,
No room for error, no room for fear.
(Chorus)
No soup for you! No soup for you!
His decree absolute, his tone so true.
No soup for you! No soup for you!
Cross him once, and that's your cue.
(Verse 2)
Jerry approached, a grin on his face,
But the soup master's gaze, left no trace.
"Two mulligatawny," he dared to request,
But one slip of manners, he put to the test.
(Pre-Chorus)
The master's scowl deepened, his temper flared,
No mercy shown, no soup to be spared.
With a wave of his hand, he shut the door tight,
Jerry's chance at soup vanished from sight.
(Chorus)
No soup for you! No soup for you!
His decree absolute, his tone so true.
No soup for you! No soup for you!
Cross him once, and that's your cue.
(Chorus)
No soup for you! No soup for you!
His decree absolute, his tone so true.
No soup for you! No soup for you!
Cross him once, and that's your cue.
(Bridge)
In the soup shop's lore, a legend's born,
Of a master of broth, unyielding, unworn.
His rules may seem harsh, but his soup sublime,
No compromise made, not even in rhyme.
[guitar solo]
[Guitar solo]
(Chorus)
No soup for you! No soup for you!
His decree absolute, his tone so true.
No soup for you! No soup for you!
Cross him once, and that's your cue.
(Chorus)
No soup for you! No soup for you!
His decree absolute, his tone so true.
No soup for you! No soup for you!
Cross him once, and that's your cue.
[ENDING]
