[ Featuring The Burning Hell, Shotgun Jimmie ]
Alone in the basement, I'm prepping the pastry
Stuffing apples and onions into pork in a daze
The little boom box playing Black Sabbath on an old cassette
Working for a thick-necked man by the name of Yes Chef
I'd rather be drinking in a hammock than scraping out the ramekins
The whole kitchen is stressed out and panicking
Taking orders from an adult human being wearing camouflage Crocs
Just wanna take off my beard net and let down all my dreadlocks
Yes, chef,
You heard me correct
When I say yes chef' what I really mean is
I haven't finished the rest of the prep yet
No chef
I don't believe in time theft
And my only regret
Is ever saying yes chef
Out of the frying pan, and into the fire
Is 21 and a half too young to retire?
No, I don't want to cover for Jeremy in the dish pit
Now I'm squirting soap on the walls spelling out chef I quit
At the end of the rush, it's smoke break, sitting on buckets
I can't feel the burn on my arm when I touch it
Carol says it's been cauterised, but it might be infected
She's studying nursing at night, so I listen to her opinion and respect it
