Old Bay...
Old Bay...
Old Bay...
Old Bay...
(One, two, three, four)

If you're from Baltimore then you know the score
Everything tastes better with a little Old Bay
Put it on crabs, chips and fries
Nuggets, pretzels
The eyes of the guy you despise
Leave him blind but tasty

Put it on anything and everything
Put it on everything!

I got a cut on my hand
I mean I cut off my hand
Put some Old Bay on it
And now it's a crab claw
Now I'm one with the sea
But I can't do laundry
My mother doesn't love me
And I can't practice law
I lost my house and my friends
Got no money to spend
This crab claw's the еnd of my future!
I end up in an alley
Supеr cold and lonely
But who's that? Willoughby?!
The founder of McCormick?!
My vision gives me a tin
My new life will now begin
Old Bay cleansing me from sin
Old Bay is my religion
Now I preach Chesapeake
Go on corners just to speak
The gospel of McCormick
Put it on everything!
(Put it on everything)
(Old Bay)