86ed Lyrics

At night, I have bad dreams.

The sounds of Ticket machines

But I still find a way to start my daily routine

And there's so many of these kinds of kitchen obstacles

This is for the ones that make it possible

Whether you're cleaning a fish

Cutting an onion

Washing a dish

Or doing something whack for another hack chef in the back

Remember this fact

You've got potential

Just take a pad and pencil, take notes

Every one of these OGs in chef coats started from the bottom, just like you so just stay true

You love it?

Any non-believer can shove it

That's the attitude that makes us great

We create the equivalent of love on a plate

That keeps the customers hooked

Like a fish, similar to the one you cooked on a dish

Over and over all friggin night

You may not see it, but you're earning your stripes

Nevermind the laughing

They can see you've got passion

These haters don't have a fraction of the action you're starting to see on the line

You're cooking, even the servers are looking Instilling fear

Did they not hear

I'm calling for hands to run

While I'm drinking beer

And by the way, 86 pork sticky bun

Souffle May be a tricky one, but I got this son

Don't give up, we ain't done

Keep on pushing, till the end of the shift, give it a swift kick in the rear

Later when we're breaking down, we'll all Smoke and drink beer

And have a good laugh just to pass the time

When these customers feast

They have an appetite of a ravenous beast

At least you can see it coming

By the cover count, it gives you something to guage,

I'm cooking sage with butter in a pan

Try to understand, we're true soldiers in the back, don't talk smack

because if I catch you talking

I can meet you in the walk-in, or outside by the grease pit, because we get it done

Don't forget son, I'm the one that cooked your free lunch, and I got a hunch

That you've got the munchies

So please, quit disrespecting

And I'll give you some cheese to put on your spaghetti

Thirty seconds on the steak, it ain't ready

So tell Betty to hold her horses

I got tickets that are up to four courses

And they're down to the floor

The expediter just fired table 134

And there's a 10-top that just walked in the door without a reservation

Man, I'm losing my patience

When it's all said and done, I must confess, it was a lot of fun

Although, I hate to be a naysayer

But I don't trust these purveyors they're shady as heck

Driving their truck

Putting a good case of potatoes on top of the ones that are already rotten

You think I've forgotten, those little tricks

Freaking hicks, you make me sick.

That's okay, we're friggin' prime beef, and your grade A not even choice

And to the dishwashers, y'all got a voice

I didn't forget you

Here's a free plate of chicken wings, because I'll always respect you

Heard, chef