[Intro — cheerful crooked fiddle, swamp insects, bubbling cauldron] [Granny humming] Hmm-hmm-hmm... La-da-dee... Hmm-hmm-hmm... [Spoon taps cauldron] Clink... clink... [Verse 1 — Granny] Got the fire burning nicely Got the water rolling hot Little pinch of this and that And everything goes in the pot A little root from Blackwater A mushroom from the tree Stir it twice around the middle That's good enough for me [Cauldron bubbles] Bloop... bloop... [Chorus — Granny, happily] Stir it round Stir it slow What's for supper? You'll soon know Little bit of this Little bit of that Granny knows just where it's at Hmm-hmm-hmm... La-da-dee... Supper's coming wonderfully [Playful crooked fiddle break] [Verse 2] Bogle came through Blackwater With Brandy by his side He smelled something cooking And his eyes went open wide He climbed up on a little stump And watched the cauldron brew Granny kept on humming Like she always liked to do [Granny humming] Hmm-hmm-hmm... [Bogle — quietly] “Whatcha making, Granny?” [Granny] “Supper.” [Brandy gives one suspicious blues bend] [Verse 3] Bogle watched the bubbles As Granny stirred around Something floated to the top Then slowly settled down [Bogle] “Was that a hand?” [Brandy questioning bend] Bogle leaned a little closer His ears stood straight and tall Something else came floating up— [Bogle] “Was that a foot?” [Pause] “I don't know...” [Brandy uneasy little lick] “But I gotta scoot.” [Fast Brandy walking riff] [Bogle footsteps disappearing through reeds] [Granny continues humming as if nothing happened] Hmm-hmm-hmm... La-da-dee... [Chorus — deeper Blackwater backing voices underneath Granny] Stir it round Stir it slow What's for supper? You'll soon know Little bit of this Little bit of that Granny knows just where it's at Hmm-hmm-hmm... La-da-dee... Supper's coming wonderfully [Instrumental — Granny's crooked fiddle melody over swampy blues-rock] [Bridge — Granny] Some like pepper Some like spice Some say once is plenty [Spoken — Granny] “I always stir it twenty.” [Spoon circling faster] Round and round And round we go What's down there? [Pause] Granny doesn't need to know. [Granny chuckles softly] [Final Chorus] Stir it round Stir it slow Blackwater knows What Granny knows Little bit of this Little bit of that Put the old lid on it flat Hmm-hmm-hmm... La-da-dee... Supper's ready, come and see [Music drops] [Cauldron bubbling] [Granny humming quietly] Hmm-hmm-hmm... [Spoon taps rim] Clink. [Spoken — Granny, pleasantly] “Now... where did that Bogle go?” [Distant Brandy guitar lick] [Very distant Bogle] “I've gotta scoot!” [Granny chuckles] [End]
