Flay Bobby Flay
Flay is a kick-ass Iron Chef
Flay Bobby Flay
Flay is a kick-ass Iron Chef
Whatever cooking you have in your mind
Ribs or chicken, they’ll taste mighty fine
Flay Bobby Flay
Flay is a kick-ass Iron Chef
Stay, Bobby Flay
Stay and cook us some dinner
Until they clear the plates away
Let ’em know your dinner is a winner
His apron’s dirty but his hands are clean
And that’s the best food that we’ve ever seen
Stay, Bobby Flay
Stay and cook us some dinner
Why wait any longer for the meal to begin
You can have your ribs and eat ’em, too
Why wait any longer for that Flay-vor you love
When he’s standing at the barbecue
Flay Bobby Flay
Flay is a kick-ass Iron Chef
Stay, Bobby Flay
Stay while our meal is still ahead
I’ll wash the dishes in the morning light
And I will belch and fart all through the night
Stay, Bobby Flay
Stay while our meal is still ahead
[Inspired by our having watched three consecutive episodes of “Beat Bobby Flay” on the Food Network, in which Mr. Flay (unsurprisingly) vanquished all competitors.]
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I watched marathon reruns of some cooking thing, America's Next Top Chef or such, and for a little bit I thought, well.... I could do that. Hmph. Not such a big deal.
Then Bobby Flay critiqued a contestant in a sort of verbal vivisection, and I hid under the covers with my bowl of Fruit Loops and changed mental wish-professions.
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