1. |
Yop Me Mama
02:00
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When I wake up in the morning, I'm still asleep,
I really don't want no toast.
Don't want no OJ, no tea and no cereal;
Give me a yogurt drink I'm wanting first.
Woooah!
Give me Yop, me mama, smooth,
Yop me mama! Give me Yop me mama
When the morning come.
Give me Yop, me mama,
Yop me mama!
Yop for when the morning come.
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2. |
Smoked Meat Everyday
03:45
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I've got all day and I'm in the mood.
It's time to make some incredible food.
It’s on my mind and I'm in the zone
To use the most natural flavouring known!
Don't want no roasted, fried or baked,
A careful flavour takes skill to make
So today we'll take a break from grilling steak.
God damn, this is gonna be great!
My mouth is watering, I can hardly wait…
Loud and proud I say
"hey hey yay ya-ay....
Smoked meat every day."
When you’re hitting the smoker, take it low and slow.
‘Cause you’re gonna be smoking 4 hours or so.
Open the smoker, low and behold.
Smoked meat: beautiful jet-black gold!
Don't want no roasted, fried or baked,
A careful flavour takes skill to make
So today we'll take a break from grilling steak.
God damn, this is gonna be great!
My mouth is watering, I can hardly wait…
Loud and proud I say
"hey hey yay ya-ay....
Smoked meat every day."
All barbecue’s smoked, but not all smoked food’s barbecue.
I don’t wanna wait, but jerky just won’t do.
Don't want no roasted, fried or baked,
A careful flavour takes skill to make
So today we'll take a break from grilling steak.
God damn, this is gonna be great!
My mouth is watering, I can hardly wait…
Loud and proud I say
"hey hey yay ya-ay....
Smoked meat every day."
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3. |
Mi-Steaks
03:11
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We make steaks, we make mistakes.
Drop our troubles ‘til dawn breaks.
Clean the stove top, shut down shop,
Night’s well done, rounds of shots.
Crew and I all say goodbye
Smoking under starry skies.
And when it’s back to work, it’s back where I belong.
And I may give my all, and get the order wrong.
But it’s hard sometimes when I try my best.
Get some rest and then,
Get up, get dressed and do it all again.
Got no dreams, no family too.
But we’ve got food and work to do.
Try to be a cut above,
‘Cause nothing’s quite as rare as love.
And when it’s back to work, it’s back where I belong.
And I may give my all, and get the order wrong.
But it’s hard sometimes when I try my best.
Get some rest and then,
Get up, get dressed and do it all again.
We make steaks, we make mistakes.
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4. |
Down in the Kitchen
05:40
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I’ve been down in the kitchen
Living life by the grill.
The heat is of my own slice of hell
With every order I fill.
I’ve been down as a line cook,
Now my life’s on the line.
It’s blood and sweat and seasoning;
This recipe of mine.
I’ve been down in the kitchen
And since last I checked
I don’t get no tips, so at least
Give me some damn respect.
Start the stove at 4PM
And scrubbin floors at 3,
Eating up my pride so you can
Eat late night poutine.
Down in the kitchen
My place to waste away.
Down in the kitchen,
Come and have a taste.
I’ve been down in the kitchen
I’m stuck in the weeds
Supposed to leave an hour ago,
But we’ve got mouths to feed.
One day I’ll call the shots
One day they’ll call me Chef,
But until the day has come,
The wicked will not rest.
Down in the kitchen
My place to waste away.
Down in the kitchen,
Come and have a taste.
I don’t know if I’ll ever leave this place
My life; a knife in my hands and sweat on my face
Four burners ain’t some kind of freedom
My skin has gone numb to the heat,
And I don’t know if I want to be free.
The chef life’s the life for me.
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5. |
Galley Bound
03:25
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I was young and kinda dumb
And looking for some cash.
Instead of going stripping,
I started slinging hash.
I was wasting all my time
Down at the local pub.
So I marched on in one night
And asked ‘em for a job.
Scoundrels with your idle hands
And nothing else to do,
Grab yourself a spatula,
We’ve got a job for you.
If you think you’ve got the chops
Then come and join the crew.
Grab yourself a spatula,
We’ve got a job for you!
I tried my hand at chopping veg
But salads ain’t my friend.
I tried my hand at baking,
But that would quickly end.
Then I stood behind the grill
And knew I was a cook!
Learned all of the recipes,
Now I don’t need the book.
Scoundrels with your idle hands
And nothing else to do,
Grab yourself a spatula,
We’ve got a job for you.
If you think you’ve got the chops
Then come and join the crew.
Grab yourself a spatula,
We’ve got a job for you!
And soon the time will come for me
To die upon the pass,
But with the knife I’m gripping,
I’ll point you down the path.
Galley bound you have been found,
No longer will you roam.
Long as we’ve got mouths to feed
You’ll have yourself a home!
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Chef Path Toronto, Ontario
*All Chef Path proceeds will be donated to the Daily Bread Food Bank.*
Chef Path is a
band of three chefs, born of blood sweat and seasoning. We tell tales from the Galley, the barbeque, and the smoker. The life of a line cook is not glorious. It a thankless job, but someone's gotta make your 2am poutine. And for those that can't afford it, Chef Path are here for you.
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