Hey Food (The Cooking Disaster)

Hey food, don’t taste so bad I am so mad, I burned the dinner Remember to look like culinary art Then I can start to look like a winner Hey food, don’t be afraid You were made to taste like a heaven The minute you start to smoke in the pan Then I begin to cry like a madman And any time I smell the smoke, oh god, I choke Don't set the kitchen on a wildfire For well you know that it's a fool who acts cool By serving chicken that is black-fried Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na, NO! Hey food, don’t let me down She is coming, now look much better Remember to hide the black, burnt-out crust Then we can start to eat it together So throw it out and call for rice, Chinese is nice You're waiting for the pizza to arrive with And don't you know that it's just burned, I learned The delivery guy is on my shoulder Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na, YES! Hey food, don’t taste so bad I am so mad, I burned the dinner Remember to look like culinary art Then you'll begin to look like a winner Winner, winner, winner, winner, winner, oh!