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This is a song about Louise's cooking. Unlike my other songs - not a work of this is true!!!!!! (Or is it???) :-)
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My Wife's Cookin'
By Bill Bates
My wife is no good at cooking, Our breakfast is always black
And you’d be amazed to see my bacon ablaze
She’d even set fire to a snack
And when I sit at at the kitchen table
And elevens is all we desire
I give a cough, the smoke alarm goes off
And she sets my grub on fire
My wife, my wife, is cooking, but she’s cooking for me
Lunch is too much to ask for,
she insists on everything “well done”
She don’t know what it means to eat French cuisine
She burns salad just for fun
And dinner is always eventful,
she’d tell you she’s worked hard and toiled
The potatoes are chard, the pasta is scared
And my eggs are always hard boiled
My wife, my wife, is cooking, but she’s cooking for me
Supper could be risotto
or macaroni would be ever so nice
But they all look a site when the saucepans alight
and the wok is stuck to the rice
She’d ruin roast lamb or pork chop,
she’d spoil pastry or pie
When you see what’s to follow,
it gets hard to swallow
Jamie Oliver would just lay down and cry
My wife, my wife, is cooking, but she’s cooking for me
Her lasagna tastes like rubber,
and so does her black chocolate cake
Her fried aborigines, taste like an old pair of jeans
What I’d give for chips and rare steak
She once ruined a pot noodle,
She’s messed up bake beans and mash
Her grill makes me cringe as her sausages singe
She turn a frankfurter to ash
My wife, my wife, is cooking, but she’s cooking for me
God knows what she’d do to a curry,
Her goulash would be an ordeal
She’s incinerate, everything on your plate
there’s a fire engine outside my house every meal
But I don’t want you to think I’m winging,
I’d put up with her any day
Although her cooking is glum,
she’s far better than her mum
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