Good Eats-Rare Americans

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!