Lyrics

Everybody's telling me what to do If I fail to act my life is through Everyone thinks his way is bitchin 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 bitchin 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 lеft Keep to the right Twist it loose Crank it tight Maybe just bеcause 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 bitchin 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 bitchin 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