words by the perfessor/vox guitar gorman
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Lyrics
The Cook
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To work, to work,
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I'm late, I'm late.
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Put something on to boil.
Running, dashing,
speeding, bolting.
Eight hours for to toil.
Working, burning,
flipping, steaming.
That handles hot! No wonder!
Toasting, searing,
baking, browning,
Pans? I put them under.
Oh, they dropped it,
little darlings.
Get broom and mop and pail.
Oh, look, the time,
where did it go?
We're chasing our own tail.
What ya call that?
Point and giggle.
"Kids"...muttered every day.
Cooking, cleaning,
soaking, sponging.
Someone spilled their tray.
My day is done,
I'm glad, I'm glad.
Just another winner.
I'm home, I'm home,
I'll plop right down.
Hey mom.....whats for dinner?
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