Lyrics
[Intro] Hot oil, red tent One more order, let’s go [Verse 1] You slide the paper boats down the counter Two hands reaching through the steam A kid in a silver jacket grins at you While the grill spits sparks between The band kicks up by the ferris wheel Your apron’s marked with lime You call out, “next up, what’ll it be?” And the whole line keeps good time [Pre-Chorus] You flip, you fold, you pass them through A little more sauce, a napkin too The crowd rolls on, the night runs fast You catch that rush and make it last [Chorus] One more plate, one more round Keep the hungry happy when the sun goes down You’re in the heat, you’re in the flow Serving up the good stuff, watch the whole crowd glow One more plate, hear them cheer Best little window at the festival here You wipe your hands, then call, “who’s next?” The night’s alive and you’re up to your neck [Verse 2] You know who wants extra pickles Who needs the hot sauce on the side A drummer buys the last two sliders Then runs back to rejoin the ride Your cooler’s low, but the orders climb Your friend brings ice from the stand You laugh, “we’ll make it through this line” With a spatula in your hand [Pre-Chorus] You flip, you fold, you pass them through A little more sauce, a napkin too The crowd rolls on, the night runs fast You catch that rush and make it last [Chorus] One more plate, one more round Keep the hungry happy when the sun goes down You’re in the heat, you’re in the flow Serving up the good stuff, watch the whole crowd glow One more plate, hear them cheer Best little window at the festival here You wipe your hands, then call, “who’s next?” The night’s alive and you’re up to your neck [Bridge] When the last bell rings, you lean on the cart Grease on your sleeve, a grin in your heart You look at the line still waving goodbye And lift one last basket beneath the fairground sky [Final chorus] One more plate, one more round Keep the hungry happy when the sun goes down You’re in the heat, you’re in the flow Serving up the good stuff, watch the whole crowd glow One more plate, hear them cheer Best little window at the festival here You wipe your hands, then call, “who’s next?” The night’s alive and you’re up to your neck [Outro] Hot oil, red tent Last call, one more bite You shut it down when the sky turns pale Still grinning from the night
