One minute I was waiting for the oven to preheat
To make a roast of my very favorite thing to eat
My girl was not impressed
Said I was incorrect
And I don't know how to cook such a fine meat
She don't believe the kitchen oven is the proper tool
Then she proceeds to tell me how she went to cooking school
She pushes me away
Says "listen carefully"
"I'll show you what to do"
Says babe I'm gonna show you how
She takes her iron skillet out
And I'm wondering why
She set the cooking range up that high
She says to let the temperature rise
Enough to keep it juicy inside
She keeps telling me
She keeps telling me, she likes her pork-chops fried
She don't like aluminum foiling
She don't want them juices be boiling
She doesn't wanna wait
Just staring through that oven glass
To use the stove is what she's urgently imploring
She thinks that roasting in the oven is too boring
As sizzling oil flew by
I had to close my eyes
Says babe I'm gonna show you how
She takes her iron skillet out
And I'm wondering why
She set the cooking range up that high
She says to let the temperature rise
Enough to keep it juicy inside
She keeps telling me
She keeps telling me, she likes her pork-chops fried
Sometimes I think she doesn't even love her man
She only loves to care for her cast-iron frying pan
It's weighing on my soul to know I'm not more important
I'm not more important
I'm not more important than meat!
Says babe I'm gonna show you how
She takes her iron skillet out
And I'm wondering why
She set the cooking range up that high
She says to let the temperature rise
Enough to keep it juicy inside
She keeps telling me
She keeps telling me, she likes her pork-chops fried