You down there, yeah you, with the funny looking beak.
You’re giving me angina, a bad case of heartburn
Grilling in the backyard, the flame is too high,
You’re polluting the whole damn neighborhood,
Getting smoke in my beady eyes,
Spoiling my ocean view, and besides
That steak needs a little bit more seasoning
And the peppers and mushrooms are done.
Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to barbecue?