Rare Americans - Good Eats

When I was a kid, I grew up around food
Chicken & dumplings, Goulash stew
My grandma came from Hungary
And she loved cook, I got a bit chunky
She passed flavours on to my dad
Who had a rule, everything from scratch
Testin palette’s at Sunday meals
Slow cooked short ribs and breaded veal
We travelled man, the world afar
The market, each city, my favourite part
Fresh fish, Kota Kinabalu
And pasta man, mmm do as the Romans Do!

Said eh oh, got to let go
En-joy the finer things in life, yo
Tacos, paella, steak frites
Good cookin, good lovin’
Good Eats!

Burger comin up! French onion soup on dec!
Duck confit for the table over there!
Souvlakia

Fried chicken
Sea bass
Ocra? Who eats ocra
Borscht on deck

I love grub, no I ain't picky
I break bread with Brittle Bones Nicky's
Creator, boy can that boy cook!
Does it off the head, don't need the book
Drop the kid anywhere on God's green earth
Cook up a storm, like Bourdains rebirth
"Allez cuisine”, its arborio rice
Chanterelles, parmesan, thyme nice
The kids saffron, if he was a spice
Details baby, cooks his French fries twice
Skilled with the knife, bluefin tuna on the mic
Medium Rare Americans, bet your life

Only the finest, the freshest, and the flyest
Buena vida, he knows where they supply it

Said eh oh, got to let go
Enjoy the finer things in life, yo
Pizza, shawarma, and sweets treats
Good cookin, good lovin’
Good Eats!

Said eh oh, got to let go
Enjoy the finer things in life, yo
Carnitas, falafel, roast beef!
Good cookin, good lovin’, Good Eats!

Written by:
James Priestner, Jan Cajka, Duran Ritz, Lubomir Ivan, Jared Priestner

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