Who Made That ?

Yeah, you know how it goes…

Guys at the grill, girls in the kitchen…

And at the end?

Guess who gets the credit…

Alright, let’s go.

Tonight at Ricardo’s, friends all around,

Pastis and ice, the glasses clink sound.

Laughter’s loud, kisses here and there,

The party’s flat, but nobody cares.

The guys are stuck around the fire,

“Hey, we’re pros!” they all admire.

It burns, it smokes, it smells like pork,

While the girls prepare the snack talk.

Everybody shouts : “Man, this meat’s so good!”

Nobody talks ‘bout the side dish mood.

Everybody sings : “Who made that? Who made that?”

But for the salad, no one claps.

And when it’s time to clear the mess,

The guys “have a pool” or need some rest.

“Hey, who made the gratin dauphinois?”

Not you? Thought so… Alright.

Everybody shouts : “Man, this meat’s so fine!”

Nobody cheers for the veggies line.

Everybody sings : “Who made that? Who made that?”

Without the girls — no food, flat.