(Messermeister, Heckels and Kuhn Rikon)

Yes I am the one, every day with the sun
Heating up the grease, at such high degrees
'Cause it's time to fry, because I'm the guy
Watch the fire burn, come see here and learn

Dig through the kitchen and
I'll keep on bitchin' 'til
I finally recover my spatula
Eating the burgers will
Be so much worser if
They aren't all flipped with my spatula

Don't take me to school, I got the kitchen tool
Flip food with such speed, tall knight on his steed
I squeeze out the fat, now how about that?
Spoons used for the stir, do not need those sir!

I slave over the coals and
Fix up the food holes all
With the help of my spatula
Why can't you all see that
You'll need two or three you
Can't have enough of these spatulas!

Flip it baby! Flip it baby!
Flip it baby! Flip it baby!
Stand by the barbecue

Hey yo, my dear wife? Where's the Bisquick tin?
Pancakes in the zone, Sunday makes me grin
Cook some for the dogs, now some eggs I'll fry
Never cooked to black, spatula is why

Make all your pitches, ads
Leave me in stiches, 'cause
All I need is my spatula
Flip soup or chili? Of
Course don't be silly, they'd
Seep through the holes of my spatula

Flip it baby! Flip it baby!
Flip it baby! Flip it baby!
Cook 'til it's well done

You will have no regret when
I make my omelet there
Will be no mess with my spatula
I guess I must confess that
I might be obsessed all
'Bout the flip of my spatula!