It's a broad subject to tell the truth
From dirty dishes to a restaurant booth
It brings memories aplenty and it's a part of life
Like chopping carrots on a Sunday night
Like eating chocolate bars next to popcorn stands
And watching baseball games with excited fans
Like listening to Gordon Ramsey's language on fire
("Hell's Kitchen" was the perfect name to desire)
Like chips and salsa on a spicy noonday
Like turkey and chicken for the Christmas holiday
Like the smell of smoke that comes from the grill
That stops your heart and makes you stand still
Like listening to One Direction while a popsicle melts in your hand
As you stand in awe at the sounds created by this heavenly band
It's not food we hunger for, it's the memories that come along
That makes the flavor and spice of your meals satisfy your tongue
