The Carbonfools — A Chef from Space

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Oh sweethearts
Oh gentlemen
Crowded in this room
I’m here to bring you happiness
I’m here to make you bloom

Do you want me to dance?
Did you know that I cook?
Made some sweet desert
With a pro art look

I came across the universe
I came across the Sun
I came to cook you space meal, honey
The best I‘ve ever done

I was a chef on the moon
I cooked a lot for the stars
I have a special spoon
Some wicked spice from Mars

Would you taste my
Would you taste my space pudding of the year?
Would you drink my
Would you drink my lemonade made from my tears?
I cook love, I cook pain, I cook dreams, I cook hate
I will cook your every wish
A chef from space is here for you
To serve your favorite dish

Oh my fellow Carbonists
I’m here to bring you joy
For this lovely happening
I‘m payed to be your toy

Wanna’ shake to the bass
Wanna’ hear the guitar?
Butty boy at the drums
And the DJ’s high

I cook and dance the night away
I hope you’re having fun
Finish up the crumps you eat
‘Cause the best is still to come

You know I sing about love
And then I’m cooking your meal
I serve you tea with a muff
With a martian feel

Would you taste my
Would you taste my space pudding of the year?
Would you drink my
Would you drink my lemonade made from my tears?
I cook love, I cook pain, I cook dreams, I cook hate,
I will cook your every wish
A chef from space is here for you
To serve your favorite dish
What’s your wish?
What’s your wish?