Cast Iron Serenade

Sizzle them up (up, up) In that iron Number 8 Grown right from my tub's embrace They dance in that pan (that pan) [Pre-Chorus] When the kitchen's dim And the flame's my kin Oyster shrooms (shrooms, shrooms) In cast iron they bloom Fried up in no time, a culinary grace They swing, they sway (they sway) [Pre-Chorus] In that trusty metal, my carefree stage With each hiss and flip, they're a hit, my kin Flip 'em once (once, once) Now hear that sizzle speak Caught up in the rhythm, this skillet serenade Each golden sear (each sear) [Chorus] Ooh, fresh from the tub’s retreat Cast iron dreams where the oyster mushrooms meet Crackle, pop (pop, pop) In that trusty Number 8 From my tub, to the plate, they elevate Served up so grand (so grand) [Pre-Chorus] With a sprinkle of salt And a flick of the wrist