Dinky Fleck - The old chef Lyrics

An old chef stands alone,
His life is almost gone.
Meets the undertaker, a plan in his mind,
A request so unusual, one of a kind.
He said
After frying so much meat I see
Our life's purpose is clear to me
Every organism should end as food
Raw, deep-fried or barbecued
(Soooooo...)
Marinate me, bake me, please,
Roast or fry me, with melted cheese.
When I'm done, spray some grease,
And serve my nutrients to a beast.
The undertaker shook his head
I won't serve you when your dead
Cremation or funeral is what you get
You're a human being, not a poulet
Marinate me, bake me, please,
Roast or fry me, with melted cheese.
When I'm done, spray some grease,
And serve my nutrients to a beast.
The undertaker denied his wish
I will not present you on a dish
Cremation or funeral is what you get
You will never fit in a brochette
The chef was truly shocked
Not used to being mocked
Eat food, don't burn it to ash
No meal is made to trash
One day, while baking with oil
The chefs brains started to boil
He snapped, took a big knife
To take the undertakers life
(Noooooo...)
After frying so much meat I see
Our life's purpose is clear to me
Every organism should end as food
Raw, deep-fried or barbecued
Marinate him, bake him, please,
Roast or fry him, with melted cheese.
When he's done, spray some grease,
I'll serve his nutrients to a beast.
(Yeah......)