I’m Dipping It

Описание: Verse 1
There’s a tiny pink man in a chef’s white coat,
With a frying pan, and a gravy boat.
He stirs up soup from a stick and a stone,
Michelin stars from a doggy bone!

With Froaky and Coral, he storms through the lands,
Spatula blazing in his tiny pink hands.
A jungle, a temple, a mountain, a pit —
He just yells loud: “I’M DIPPING IT!”

Chorus
Oh, Dippy the chef, he’s a kitchen crusader,
Cooking like a lunatic, flavor invader.
Berries from nowhere, out of his hat,
Where do they come from? Nobody knows that!

Verse 2
He makes lasagna from mud and glue,
Somehow it tastes like a five-course stew.
He’ll bake a pie from a rusty nail,
Add secret sauce, and it cannot fail!

He charts lost maps like Indiana Jones,
But stops mid-chase to caramelize scones.
He’s flipping pancakes in a collapsing crypt,
And whispers soft: “I’M DIPPING IT!”

Chorus
Oh, Dippy the chef, he’s a culinary knight,
Making cursed dinners taste oh-so right.
He fries up thunder, he grills up stars,
He served crème brûlée to dinosaurs!

Bridge
Two berries appear from his magical hat,
He juggles them once, then sprinkles them — splat!
One turns to sorbet, the other fondue,
He feeds them to Froaky and Coral too!

Verse 3
He built a soufflé from a temple wall,
Fed a mummy king, who ate it all.
“Best dish in centuries!” the pharaoh cried,
Dippy just giggled and deep-fried the sky.

Final Chorus
Oh, Dippy the chef, with adventures grand,
The tiniest pink man in all the land.
From ruins to kitchens, he’ll never quit,
Forever shouting: “I’M DIPPING IT!”

Outro (chant)
Sticks and bones,
Random stones,
Five-star meals from things unknown.
Berries fall,
Candles lit —
The world applauds: “I’M DIPPING IT!”