If I fail to act, my life is through
Everyone thinks his way of pitchin'
There's too many guts in the kitchen
Build it up, tear it down I want green,
Go to the country, go to town
Leave it square, make it round
One suck -ass says he's my boss
If I don't obey, I'll pay the cost
Another wheel who's higher up
Says just obey or you'll be fucked
I'll tell you what the problem is
Too many chefs, too many ideas
Each one thinks his recipe fits
That's too many cooks in the kitchen
Paint it black, leave it white
Maybe just because he can
Another fool unfails his plan
We laugh at all the bosses' jokes
Because they're wheels and
Everybody's telling me what to do
If I fail to act, my life is through
Everyone thinks his way is bitches
That's too many cuts in the kitchen
Turn it off, keep it hard,
Stay right here, now fuck off
One suck -ass says he's my boss
If I don't obey, I'll pay the cost
Another will 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
Too many clutching to catch it
I'll pursue your strategy
Take your time and flex your power
As I get paid by the hour