Lyrics

[INTRO]
Well, gather 'round folks, let me spin you a tale,
'Bout a girl named Becky, she’s got a wild trail,
In the kitchen cookin', tryin' hard to be slick,
But she’s always nickin', yeah, nickin' at the chicken.

[VERSE 1]
Becky wakes up, sun shining bright,
Got her apron on, she's ready to fight,
Pots and pans, they’re clanging away,
But her plate's half-empty, what can I say?
William's on the couch, Oliver's in the yard,
"Dinner's almost done, but can you come quick, my dear?"
She’s stirrin' and stewin', but got her eye on the prize,
That golden-brown chicken, man, it’s always in disguise.

[CHORUS]
Nickin' at the chicken, half a bite for me,
A spoonful for the boys, for her it’s all a spree,
Mark's sittin' at the table, he shakes his head in glee,
'Cause Becky's half a chef, but a full-on foodie.

[VERSE 2]
Evenin’ comes and the table is set,
Steaming hot dishes, oh, we ain't done yet,
Mark looks on lovingly, can’t help but chuckle,
His heart's full of love, though his stomach’s in trouble.
"Becky, are we eatin' or is this a snack?"
She shrugs her shoulders, “Just a little bite’s a fact.”
But every time we gather ‘round that old wooden seat,
We all know our dinner’s gonna taste so sweet.

[CHORUS]
Nickin' at the chicken, half a bite for me,
A spoonful for the boys, for her it's all a spree,
Mark's sittin' at the table, he shakes his head in glee,
'Cause Becky's half a chef, but a full-on foodie.

[BRIDGE]
Oh, we laugh and we joke, it’s just how it goes,
With every good meal, that chicken disappears slow,
William’s eatin’ fast, Oliver’s takin' a look,
But mama’s got her secret, it’s in every cookbook.

[CHORUS]