Song for Dale

Well the first shows are the hardest shows, don't you worry any more
'Cause when Top Chef looks like easy street, there’s Padma at your door
Think this through with me, let me know your mind
Wo-oh, what I want to know is, are you kind?

It's an elk a chef’s choice my friend, better take my advice
You know all the rules by now, and your eggs set up so nice
Will you be Top Chef, won't you be top chef?
Wo-oh, what I want to know, will you be Top Chef?

God damn, well I declare, have you seen the show?
Their judges are making bad calls
Their “win” goes to Hung’s monkey.
Come eat Chef Dale’s food, main courses and their sides
Come with me or go alone
He's gone to his Chicago home

It's the same story past chef’s told me, it's the only one they know
With your hopes and dreams you come and with your knives you go
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to create
Wo-oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

I live in suburbia and I call it home to me
I got me a stove and grill and I look for recipes
Any one’s ok, Chef Dale’s would make my day
Wo-oh, what I want to know, how do good chefs go?

Come eat Chef Dale's food, main courses and their sides
Got some things to chow down on, he's not "Top" but you decide
Come see Chef Dale's food cooked with loads of pride,
Come on along, or go alone,
He's gone to his Chicago home.

Wo-oh what I want to know, where will Chef Dale go?