Cookin with my shoes on

Woke up late, ‘round half-past noon,

Toasted my bread with a broken spoon.

Dog's on the roof, cat's makin' stew,

Ain’t nothin’ right, but it’s nothin’ new.

I run around, 'til I find my friend,

Throw ‘em in the pot, stir it up again.

Sippin’ lemonade from a coffee cup,

Dancin’ in the kitchen, yeah I’m cookin’ with my shoes on up!

Radio's hummin' that old sweet jam,

Neighbors peekin’ through like “who’s that man?”

I wink, I nod, then spill my tea,

Ain’t no rules in this recipe.

I run around, 'til I find my friend,

Toss ‘em in the pan just to see what blends.

Flippin’ pancakes like I flip my luck,

Smilin’ at the sky while my toast gets stuck.

Oh the eggs don't crack, and the jam don't spread,

But I’m wearin’ this colander proud on my head.

Life’s too short for a perfect plan,

So I built a boat from a frying pan.

I run around, just to chase the breeze,

Singin’ to the fridge like it’s tryin’ to leave.

Mixin’ up blues in a coffee mug,

Just a barefoot bandit lookin’ for a hug.