Well I'm standin' in the backyard
With a spatula in hand,
Seven kinds of spice rubs by my side.
Four kids grown and flown,
Two dogs that I "own."
Grill master got his stride.
Take this seeeeeez-ning.
Take this seeeeeez-ning.
Don't let your brisket
Turn out dry and crazy.
Come on, brother, light that flame.
Your backyard cookin's claim to fame.
Just crack a brew, stoke that flame,
And take this seasoning.
Well, he's fixin' up houses
All 'round Richardson-ish town,
Such a fine life to lead.
From skateboards to beer brews,
Barefoot water skis.
Now I'm smokin' meat with ease.
Come on baby
Take this seeeeeez-ning.
Take this seeeeeez-ning.
Don't let those dog-sit rules
Drive you crazy.
Lighten up while you still can.
Don't even try to change your
Cozumel plan.
Just rub it in, let flavors fan
And take this seasoning.
Well I'm runnin' down the hobbies,
From Venus flytraps to bike gears.
Seven-foot frame on a bike,
Chainsaws and tree limbs,
Fave us quite a fright,
But you bounced back, alright,
Take this seeeeeez-ning,
Take this seeeeeez-ning,
Family's gathered, let's get crazy,
We may not climb trees anymore,
But your cookin' keeps us comin' back for more
So fire it up, let's hit the door,
And take this seeeeeez-ning.