Dreampt i slapped myself in the eye Woke up and that was my real life Excuse me Im needing Some chilled out meat Some people call it comedy But i need to soothe this shiner Im wise to the ancient remedies So, bring me the brightest beef Chicken soup's so good for the soul No good at all on a peeper so swol' Im laying chops on the top of my head I need to know they've all been grass fed So Dont call me brave I dont need praise Just quality Cause some people think its comedy But i need to heal my shiner Im hip to the ancient remedies Just bring me the brightest beef And if i faint please take my hand Rememeber, remember I rest in riblets Under slabs So tender, so tender Some people think its all a joke But nothing will soothe it finer So come with the finest grocery And bring me the brightest beef Bring me the brightest beef Bring me the brightest beed