Family Cookout

Hook with ad-libs
Burger with the perfect surface — don’t disturb the service (don’t touch it!)
every bite’s my birthright — you can’t earn this furnace (uh-uh!)
step up to the plate? Nah, I’m takin’ that too (all mine!)
’cause my burger’s my crown — Big Dad comin’ through! (Big Dad!)

Verse 2 with ad-libs
Fresh off the griddle with the sizzle still drippin’, I’m grinnin’, dinner sittin’ pretty on the plate like a vision (mmm!)
pivot quick in a minute, then the mutt hit the kidlet, little wiggle, now he’s flippin’ in the deep end splashin’ (oh no!)
dashin’ past the patio, grabbin’ on the patio chair, sharin’ air with the chlorine fumes (hold breath!)
doom loom in the room, pull the baby like a Navy rescue — true dad with the cartoon moves (hero!)
turn back to the plate, straight face, heart ache, wait — no steak, no bun, no fun in the sun (gone!)
dog’s tongue workin’ overtime, crime scene on the lawn, paws on my sesame crown — I’m done (it’s over!)
now I’m sittin’ in the middle of the kiddie pool mad, drippin’ water in my sandals thinkin’… man, I’m so sad (so sad!)

Bridge with ad-libs
Sesame bun, lettuce spun, cheddar melt with the relish run (stack it!)
pickle drizzle, triple sizzle, onion ring for the belly fun (crunch!)
tomato slice with the mayo ice, ketchup stripe on the center stage (dress it!)
dog got the lot — now I’m starin’ at an empty plate filled with rage! (nooo!)

Verse 3 with ad-libs
Pulled the baby from the water like a father in a saga, crowd applaudin’ while I’m coughin’ up the drama on the lawn (save him!)
dog chompin’ on the prize, golden fries in his eyes, got my patty in a caddy like a king on his throne — he’s gone (he’s gone!)
slumped in the shade, lemonade in my hand but it’s warm, storm brewin’ in my brain with the pain on replay (playback!)
sittin’ in the corner with a snarl, can’t eat, can’t speak, got a streak of bad beef in my DNA (bad beef!)
worked that grill like a soldier, flipped that meal like I told ya, only goal was to roll with a bite I could savor (that’s right!)
now I’m facin’ the floor, taste erased from my core — all I wanted was a burger, Lord, just a burger to favor (all I wanted!)

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Verse 1 with ad-libs Standin’ in the middle of the kitchen with a griddle full of vittles, little nibblers in the middle tryna whittle down my dinner (uh-huh!) dribble pickle in the sizzle, flippin’ patties like a sinner with a skillet in a thriller, gotta kill it ’fore they get it — I’m the winner (winner!) dead in the middle of my burger with the perfect surface workin’, lurkin’ in the corner’s my toddler with the collar stain (watch him!) dog on the prowl with a growl and a snarl like a scholar of the art of robbin’ beef right off of your plate again (not again!) wife tryna chat me ’bout the taxes, relaxin’ never happens, every second is an act on my sesame stage (talk later!) I’m packin’ cheddar melt, lettuce belt, ketchup stealth — burger health? Nah, it’s destined to age in my cage! (woo!) Hook with ad-libs Burger with the perfect surface — don’t disturb the service (don’t touch it!) every bite’s my birthright — you can’t earn this furnace (uh-uh!) step up to the plate? Nah, I’m takin’ that too (all mine!) ’cause my burger’s my crown — Big Dad comin’ through! (Big Dad!) Verse 2 with ad-libs Fresh off the griddle with the sizzle still drippin’, I’m grinnin’, dinner sittin’ pretty on the plate like a vision (mmm!) pivot quick in a minute, then the mutt hit the kidlet, little wiggle, now he’s flippin’ in the deep end splashin’ (oh no!) dashin’ past the patio, grabbin’ on the patio chair, sharin’ air with the chlorine fumes (hold breath!) doom loom in the room, pull the baby like a Navy rescue — true dad with the cartoon moves (hero!) turn back to the plate, straight face, heart ache, wait — no steak, no bun, no fun in the sun (gone!) dog’s tongue workin’ overtime, crime scene on the lawn, paws on my sesame crown — I’m done (it’s over!) now I’m sittin’ in the middle of the kiddie pool mad, drippin’ water in my sandals thinkin’… man, I’m so sad (so sad!) Bridge with ad-libs Sesame bun, lettuce spun, cheddar melt with the relish run (stack it!) pickle drizzle, triple sizzle, onion ring for the belly fun (crunch!) tomato slice with the mayo ice, ketchup stripe on the center stage (dress it!) dog got the lot — now I’m starin’ at an empty plate filled with rage! (nooo!) Verse 3 with ad-libs Pulled the baby from the water like a father in a saga, crowd applaudin’ while I’m coughin’ up the drama on the lawn (save him!) dog chompin’ on the prize, golden fries in his eyes, got my patty in a caddy like a king on his throne — he’s gone (he’s gone!) slumped in the shade, lemonade in my hand but it’s warm, storm brewin’ in my brain with the pain on replay (playback!) sittin’ in the corner with a snarl, can’t eat, can’t speak, got a streak of bad beef in my DNA (bad beef!) worked that grill like a soldier, flipped that meal like I told ya, only goal was to roll with a bite I could savor (that’s right!) now I’m facin’ the floor, taste erased from my core — all I wanted was a burger, Lord, just a burger to favor (all I wanted!)

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