Good Eats Rare Americans

[Verse 1]
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 flavours onto my dad
Who had a rule; everything from scratch
Testing palates at Sunday meals
Slow cooked, short ribs and breaded veal
We traveled, man, the world afar
The market each city
My favorite part
Fresh fish, kota, Kinabalu and pasta, man, mmm
(Do as the romans do.)

[Chorus]
Said "Ayo!", got to let go!
Enjoy the finer things in life, yo!
Tacos, paella, steak frites!
Good cooking! (Good loving)
Good eats!
Good cooking

[Bridge]
We got a duck confit for the table over there!
Yep, fried chicken, coming right up!
Sea bass, get ya sea bass right here!
Okra?! Who eats okra?! I don't even know what okra is!
Get the borscht!