“Paprikash” to the tune of “Africa” by TOTO

I smell the garlic simmering tonight
But she hears only whisperings of what that Rachel Ray may say
Pre-heated oven 435
Marinated chicken spiced in jumbalaya Cajun
I put Emeril on along the way
Hoping to hear concoctions of some long forgotten recipes
Facing the camera I heard him say,
"Hurry man, the kitchen’s calling you!"

(Chorus:) Gonna take a lot to drag micro-waving from me
There’s nothing like a hundred fruits or veggies from the tree
I mix the grain in with the paprikash
Gonna take some time to eat the foods I never had

My stomach cries out in the night
As it grows restless longing for a jar of Pepto-Bismol
But I know I must do what's right
Sure as marinara rises like the steam from spaghetti
I seek to cure what's deep inside
Frightened of this chef that I've become!

(Chorus:) Gonna take a lot to drag micro-waving from me
There’s nothing like a hundred fruits or veggies from the tree
I mix the grain in with the paprikash
Gonna take some time to eat the foods I never had

(music break) “Hurry man, the kitchen’s calling you!"

(Chorus:) Gonna take a lot to drag microwaving from me
There’s nothing like a hundred fruits or veggies from the tree

I mix the grain in with the paprikash
I soak the wine in with the apricots
I add the noodles to the cream goulash
I cut the mustard with the corn beef hash
I’m having seconds, thirds, and – oh my gosh
I gotta get someone to do my wash

I mixed the grain in with the paprikash
The smell of greasy fried gives me a rash
I doubt a song like this can make some cash

I soak the wine in with the apricots
I cut the mustard with the corn beef hash
I added noodles to the cream goulash
I’m having seconds, thirds, and – oh my gosh!