Текст песни Good Eats - Rare Americans

When I was a kid, I grew up around food
Chicken and dumplings, goulash stew
My grandma came from Hungary
She loved to cook, I got a bit chunky

She passed the flavors on to my dad
Who had a rule of everything from scratch
Testing pallets at Sunday meals
Slow cooked, short ribs and breaded veal

We travelled man, the world afar
The market of each city, my favorite part
Fresh fish, kola, Kinabalu and pasta, man, mmm
(Do as the Romans do)

I said, "Ay yo! Got to let go
Enjoy the finer things in life, yo!
Tacos, Paella, Steak Frites"
Good cooking! (Good loving!)
Good eats!
Good cooking

We got a duck confit for the table over there!
Fried chicken, coming right up!
Sea bass, get your Sea bass right here!
Okra?! Who eats okra?! I don't even know what okra is!
Get the borscht!

I love grub, no I ain't picky
I break bread with Brittle Bones Nicky
Boy, can that boy cook?
Does it off the head, don't need to book

Drop him anywhere, God's green earth
Cook up a storm like Bourdain's rebirth
Allez cuisine, it's arborio rice
Chanterelles, Parmesan, thyme, nice!

The kid's saffron if he was a spice
Details, baby, cooks his french fries twice!
Skilled with the knife, bluefin tune on the mic
Medium Rare Americans, you slack!

I said, "Ay yo! Got to let go
Enjoy the finer things in life, yo!
Pizza, shawarma, sweet treats"
Good cooking! (Good loving!)
Good eats!

I said, "Ay yo! got to let go
Enjoy the finer things in life, yo!
Carnitas, falafel, roast beef"
Good cooking! (Good loving!)
Good eats!

(Good cooking)
We got some poutine for the Canadians!
(Good loving) (good eats!)
A little gumbo, I like me a little gumbo!
(Good cooking!)
How about a little jambalaya, coming right up!
(Good loving) (good eats!)
And a little matzah ball!
Bon appétit!