(Sung to the tune of Disney's movie, Frozen)
The rice grows cold on the oven top
not a soul to be seen.
A kitchen in disarray amd it looks like I'm the queen.
The tummy is growling like a swirling storm inside.
Couldn't keep it in, I just had to...fart.
Don't keep it in, don't let it out
Be a good girl and blame your better half
Hide the MSG, don't let them know
Well, now they know!
Let it go, let it go.
Can't hold it back anymore.
Let it go, let it go.
Welcome Ajinomoto through the door!
I don't care what they're going to say.
Let the rice burn on
The fan jui never bothered me anyway.
It's funny how some stock cube
makes everything taste good.
And the fears that once controlled me, can't get to me at all.
It's time to see what I can do,
Be the Martha Stewart or Nigella Lawson too!
No right, no wrong, no rules for me. I'm free!
Let it go, let it go.
I got the apron and wicked eye.
Let it go, let it go.
You'll never see me cry.
Here I stand, and here I'll stay.
In my kitchen domain
My fire burns through my wok my pot my pan.
My taste buds spiral to the heavens to the ground.
And one thought brings back a recipe or two.
I'm never going back; the past is in the past!
Let it go, let it go.
And I'll cook from the early dawn.
Let it go, let it go.
That kwai-kwai girl is gone.
Here I stand, in the light of day.
Let the storm rage on!
The kitchen oil never bothered me anyway.
- by TC Lai (inspired by an FB Singapura Best Makan post. Thank you, Ada Lyn, and her glutinous rice with chicken dish.)
Frozen, in Diarrhea Pain here.
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