Lotsa Cooks - Smut Peddlers

Everybody’s telling me what to do

If I fail to act my life is through

Everyone thinks his way is bitchen

There’s too many cooks in the kitchen

Build it up

Tear it down

I want grey

I want brown

Go to the country

Go to town

Keep it square

Make it round

One suckass says he’s my boss

If I don’t obey I’ll pay the cost

Another wheel who’s higher up

Says disobey or you’ll be fucked

I’ll tell you what the problem is

Too many chefs too many ideas

Each one thinks his recipe’s bitchen

There’s too many cooks in the kitchen

Paint it black

Bleach it white

By the light of day

In the dead of night

Veer to the left

Keep to the right

Twist it loose

Crank it tight

Maybe just because he can

Another fool unveils his plan

We laugh at all the bosses' jokes

Because they’re wheels and we’re just spokes

Everybody’s telling me what to do

If I fail to act my life is through

Everyone thinks his way is bitchen

There’s too many cooks in the kitchen

Turn in on

Turn it off

Keep it hard

Make it soft

Robert Williams

Edward Roth

Stay right here

Now fuck off

One suckass says he’s my boss

If I don’t obey I’ll pay the cost

Another wheel who’s higher up

Says disobey or you’ll be fucked

I’ll tell you what the problem is

Too many chefs too many ideas

Each one thinks his recipe’s bitchen

There’s too many cooks in the kitchen

Bring on every prodigy

I’ll pursue your strategy

Take your time and flex your power

Cuz I get paid by the hour