I tend to close my eyes
Every time you reach for a knife
And there's no flavouring
In the food you prepare tonight

I try so hard not to show it
But you know I'll have to throw it
You've lost that flair for cooking
Oh, that flair for cooking
You've lost all skill for cooking
It's all gone so wrong
Like your food

Now there's no sense of hope
In my mind as I reach for fork
And now you're starting to crystallise
All my hand-cured pork

I really do feel like crying today
"Cause really something you just don't get is
You've lost all flair for cooking
All of your flair for cooking
You've got no flair for cooking
It's just gone, gone, gone
Oh

Baby, baby, I'd get down on my knees with glee
If you'd stop cooking my lunch quite so terribly
I'd like some grub, some grub
Some grub people find every day
So just you try putting that sieve right away

Stop it
Stop it
Stop it
Stop it
I beg you please
Please
Please
Please

I hate your food
I hate your food
I hate your food
I hate your food

Don't give it me back
Don't give it me back
Don't give it me back
Don't give it me back

Get back your flair for cooking
Oh, your flair for cooking
Get back your flair for cooking
"Cause it's gone, gone, gone
And I can't go on
Without good food

Get back that flair for cooking
Oh, your flair for cooking