I've always been one for baking
I'm not the grilling kind
Cakes and pies and breads and stuff
That's how I unwind
But when this brother takes the grill
And fills the place with smoke
Magic starts to happen there
This dude ain't no joke
He's got the gift of tongs
He's got the gift of tongs
When this brother's at the grill
You know nothing can go wrong
He's got the gift of tongs
From hot dogs and burgers
To cutlets and fillets
From fish to beef to chicken
This man sure does have his ways
He always knows just when it's done
It's never raw or dry
And when he slaps it on the grill
Just listen to it fry!
He's got the gift of tongs
He's got the gift of tongs
Friendships may not have to have it
But we sure do get along
He's got the gift of tongs
BRIDGE
He never overseasons
He always cleans the grill
And if there's any left-overs
Don't get in my way!
I know that doesn't even rhyme, but seriously... I'm getting the leftovers. Do not question this. You will lose.
He's got the gift of tongs
He's got the gift of tongs
When cakes and pies have puttered out
His grill's still going strong
He's got the gift of tongs