The Ballad of Habañero Hots

A stranger came to Lodi

He was looking to make his name

He wanted to see his picture on the Habañero Hall of Flame

He walked into Habañero Hots, with spurs jingling at his feet

With a steely eye, he scanned the crowd, and said "I've come to eat the heat!"

(chorus: Habañero Hots, Habañero Hots, Habañero Hots, Habañero Hots)

The owner John just looked at him, he'd seen his kind before

Many brash and bold young chile heads had swaggered through his door.

John said "Before you get a free t-shirt, you must eat a Habañero whole,

and only if you still can smile will you be on the honor roll"

(chorus)

The place got deathly quiet, as the stranger took a seat,

and a bunch of habañeros, fat and plump, were brought for him to eat.

His trembling hands reached out and took one pepper from the plate

John said "Stranger, back out now before it gets too late."

The stranger wiped his sweaty brow, and tossed a tequila down

and said "I'll eat the heat and like it, or never show my face in town!"

Then like a flash it was over, and the stranger said "I'm through"

When they counted the stems piled up on the bar, he'd eaten 32

and John said "Aye, Carramba!"

The crowd stood up and cheered.

The stranger cried with tears in his eyes, "A beer! Get me a beer!"

Then the people all turned to their food and drinks, but something was not the same

A new face occupied a place on the Habañero Hall of Flame

(chorus)

So children hear my story, for every word is true

The next face placed on the hall of flame could very well be you

Many others never passed the test, but they all have still found

That Habañero Hots has got the tastiest food around.

(At Habañero Hots, at Habañero Hots)

1024 E. Victor Rd. Lodi, CA, 95240 - Phone: 209-369-3791