(Verse 1)
Oh, there’s a chef in Sweden, so full of glee,
With a big, bushy mustache and a recipe!
His name is Conzibald, and he’s quite a sight,
He cooks up chaos, and it’s quite a delight!
(Chorus)
Conzibald, Conzibald, chef extraordinaire,
Flippin’ pancakes in the air!
Chop-chop, snippity-snip,
He’s makin’ soup with a dancing dip!
(Verse 2)
He takes a chicken, twirls it 'round,
Then it flies up to the ceiling, and never comes down!
He stirs the stew with a wooden spoon,
Dancin' with a goat to a funky tune!
(Chorus)
Conzibald, Conzibald, chef extraordinaire,
Flippin’ pancakes in the air!
Chop-chop, snippity-snip,
He’s makin’ soup with a dancing dip!
He takes a chicken, twirls it 'round,
Then it flies up to the ceiling, and never comes down!
He stirs the stew with a wooden spoon,
Dancin' with a goat to a funky tune!
(Chorus)
Conzibald, Conzibald, chef extraordinaire,
Flippin’ pancakes in the air!
Chop-chop, snippity-snip,
He’s makin’ soup with a dancing dip!
(bridge)
He shouts "Bork, bork, bork!" with a silly flair,
And the potatoes start dancing, flying through the air!
The cabbage is waltzing, the peas are in line,
Conzy bald’s kitchen is simply divine!
[instrumental]
He’s got a spoon and a fork, but no recipe book,
Just a big hunk of cheese and a smile with a look.
He’s mixin’ up carrots with pickles and cream,
And he’s makin' a salad that’ll make you scream!
(Chorus)
Conzibald, Conzibald, chef extraordinaire,
Flippin’ pancakes in the air!
Chop-chop, snippity-snip,
He’s makin’ soup with a dancing dip!
[fade out]