cooked song

i'll cook for you a special dish
i'll make it with the heads of fish
i'll make it with the root of cow
i'll cook some up exactly now

i'll cook for you a meal or two
i'll make it out of your left shoe
i'll make it out of tiddly winks
i'll cook it done until it stinks

i'll make a meal that you can eat
i'll make it with my hands and feet
i'll stir the gravy with my hair
i'll cook it while you stand and stare

i'll make you dinner and some lunch
i'll bake stale bladders by the bunch
i'll serve it all with such elan
that you will eat it by the pan