[Intro] Red light? Soft click? Scott, is this the thing? Oh yeah, now it’s green! [Verse 1] Scott McKinley, in the center frame, the Dab Roast here on Seattle Music TV. We do dabs; the guests do the same a little higher and higher every day Chef Craig Lewis brings the wings, Drip Sauce got us humming like strings. Cannabis infused glaze; the conversation ricochets. Eye candy. Eye candy. I candy —liver. A light moves past the lens the chrome platter shimmers. One wing feeds the body. One wing feels like home. One wing fractures time. And one burns like an atom bomb. [Refrain] One more taste, pass it down. Welcome back to another round. One more dab, we sit down. Welcome back to another round. One more hit, pass it down. Try this strain that I have found. One more song, we get down. Can you hear that lovely sound? [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Dustin plays a heavy chord, then Kevin starts to sing. Kerri a.k.a. “Shadow Wing” answers with a bright, serrated beat. Now Nevik is alive (inside the wires) losing his mind (the music inspires) He doused his wing with Da’ Bomb sauce. (His poker face got us all.) I poured just a bit too much, and Big B did just as such. Our mouths are on fire Now we’re standing there in tears, just steady chuggin muddy waters like frat boys slammin’ beers— Between the action and cuts, something’s playing on the wall. I’m walking by to catch a buzz, but I catch a lamp in mid-fall. [Chorus] One more taste, pass it down. Welcome back to another round. One more dab, we sit down. Welcome back to another round. One more hit, pass it down. Try this strain that I have found. One more song, we get down. Can you hear that lovely sound? [Verse 3] Big B sittin’ at the table owner, grower, hands in the earth. Melted and Green Reaper: Scott asks which one comes first? An infused interview beyond imagination, the questions open little jars like doors. Roots run deep underneath the conversation, Gold Services at work beneath the floor. A name. A strain. A memory. A laugh cuts through the symmetry. We came to hear a story. Now the moment’s in this song, sung by me. [Break] I was just supposed to stand by and press the blinking buttons. But I got caught up in the fun— And now I had to say somethin’. [Verse 4] DJ Yoshi Gish in the studio, one hand in the air, just feelin’ the flow. I got my fingers on the triggers, gettin’ ready to go— hittin’ airhorns, rimshots, and funny quotes. Cue lights blinking. Take a dab, fill the room with smoke and sound. With the vibes so booming, I put the headphones down. I’ve hijacked the microphone. Let the cameras catch the switch: from the corner, through the monitors, living in a glitch. I bring the pulse beneath the tracks with beats that make you feel. The cables run across the ceiling to the “show me, show me” cameras we let the fans see it’s real. [Bridge] Sauce on a napkin. Smoke in a beam. Somebody's laughin’ behind the scenes. [Final Chorus] One more taste, pass it down. Welcome back to another round. One more dab, we sit down. Welcome back to another round. One more wing, one more sauce stain. Wings come back, infused, they fly again. One more wing, one more sauce stain. Wings come back, infused, we fly again. [Outro] Scott keeps the questions going, everybody’s stories flowing. Brian serves up another tasty dab— Craig serves us the plate of his famous chicken wings. We can’t wait for the taste while the DJ loads up another groovy song to sing. The Ess Em Tee Vee symbol spins overhead. Scott cracks a joke and keeps his face straight. My finger hits the rimshot— not a second too late. [Final Refrain] One more wing, pass it down. Welcome back to another round. One more wing, one more sauce stain. Welcome back—let’s do it again. One more wing, pass it down. Welcome back to another round. One more wing, one more sauce stain. Welcome back—let’s do it again. [Outro Chant] Eating chicken wings (on the Dab Roast) Doing tasty dabs (on the Dab Roast) One more wing (pass it down) On the Dab Roast (another round) Sticky fingers (one more sauce stain) On the Dab Roast (let’s do it again) One more song (we get down) Welcome back (to another round) [Instrumental Outro]
