Lyrics

[INTRO]
Hey, gather ‘round, come hear the tale,
Of two meat-lovers, never let ‘em fail,
Oliver and Mark, with a fork in hand,
Taking on the world, like a BBQ band!

[VERSE 1]
There’s bacon sizzling every mornin’,
Mark’s got that apron on, he’s performin’,
Oliver jumps up, eyes all aglow,
“Dad, is that a pig? Let’s steal the show!”

Flapjacks and bacon, it’s a breakfast dream,
They pile on the meat, hear the sizzling steam,
"Can I have some steak?" Oliver yells with glee,
"Only if you flex those tiny muscles for me!"

[CHORUS]
Oh Oliver and Mark, they’re the kings of the grill,
Ribs and chicken legs, giving ‘em a thrill,
Pizza stacked high, chips on the side,
Feastin’ like champions, with a carnivore pride!

[VERSE 2]
At the BBQ joint, they’re running a race,
Eating pulled pork with a smile on each face,
Oliver’s got sauce, all over his chin,
“Dad, I think my belly's about to burst in!”

“Son, don’t worry, just order some more!”
Mark grins wide and pushes through the door,
They’re kings of the carne, in an epic meat fight,
“Hold my ribs, son—show 'em what’s right!”

[CHORUS]
Oh Oliver and Mark, they’re the kings of the grill,
Ribs and chicken legs, giving ‘em a thrill,
Pizza stacked high, chips on the side,
Feastin’ like champions, with a carnivore pride!

[BRIDGE]
Now they’re baking pizzas, with a meaty twist,
Every slice a treasure, you don’t wanna miss,
“What’s next, my dear dad? Let’s create a feast!”
“More toppings, my boy, may the meat never cease!”

[VERSE 3]
Late night snackin’, they’re munchin' away,
“Another chicken leg? Just a couple, okay!”
They laugh till it hurts, in their greasy domain,
“Life’s too short, pass me that bacon again!”

[CHORUS]
Oh Oliver and Mark, they’re the kings of the grill,