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The Coals are burnnin white
Sausages are cooking
When i choose my Sauce
the one thing I'm choosing
is Sweet Baby Ray's, Sweet Baby Ray's
I don't need Ketchup
I don't need no Mustard
Shut the hell up
And pass me a bottle
Of Sweet Baby Ray's, Sweet Baby Ray's, Sweet Baby Ray's, Sweet Baby
Rayayay's the Sauce is the boss
Rayayay's the Sauce is the boss
Barbeque ribs
I am not bringing
them near to my lips
unless they'e dripping
with Sweet Baby Ray's, Sweet Baby Ray's
Steaks are on the grill
How do I want them cooking?
I don't give a damn
the only thing i'm using
is Sweet Baby Ray's, Sweet Baby Ray's, Sweet Baby Ray's, Sweet Baby
Rayayay's the Sauce is the boss
Rayayay's the Sauce is the boss
back in 1985
on Chicagos west side
Larry Raymond's sauce won first prize
and thats a fact that you can't denyyyyyyyyyyy
the Sauce is the boss
Rayayay's the Sauce is the boss
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