It starts with the shopping and then with the chopping
My dinner party is starting at eight
For hours and hours I'm covered in flour
Oh dear I forgot the whitebait
While cutting the ginger I've blooded my finger
And the eton mess doesn't look fine
The pies I'm still prising
The soufflés not rising
And the cats just drunk some of the wine
The blowtorch is burning
The mixer is turning
And my head is just spinning in time
The cat is now reeling
My hands have no feeling
I think I'm now losing my mind
My friends are now late
This could be my fate
And my foods not looking divine
So I'm of to the chippy
Be back in a jiffy
I'm sure their foods
Better than mine
