Lyrics: Frenzal Rhomb. Sans Souci. Ball Chef.

Morning,
Wake up and smell all the breakfast foods that are on offer,
No one prepared us for whats on the menu,
I've never tried this before,
If this is the breakfast of champions,
I don't want to be an athlete,
Gastro-testicular bad combination,
At least their not serving them raw.

Cooking with balls,
Who would've thought it could be so normal,
Now we now,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef.


Come in, sit down and 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've thought it could be so normal,
Now we now,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef.