Ballchef Lyrics

by Frenzal Rhomb

Morning. Wake up and smell
all the breakfast foods that are an offer.
But no one prepared us for what's on the menu.
I've never tried this before.
If this is the breakfast of champions.
I don't wanna be an athlete.
Gastro-testicular bad combination,
at least they're not serving it raw.

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Cooking with balls, who would of thought
it could be so normal. Now we know
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.

Come in, sit down, please be assured
that you won't find a bad ball here.
Culled straight from the rocky mountains
the difference between a bull and a steer.

Cooking with balls, who would of thought
it could be so normal. Now we know
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.
He's a Ball Chef.