Lovin' With The Oven Just Feels Right

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Bored, I decided to write a nice song about love, and kitchen appliances.


Daddy Caught Me Lovin' The Toaster Oven (And He Won't Eat My Biscuits Anymore)
By Jay Cadarette

Chorus 1:
Daddy caught me lovin' the toaster oven,
and he won't eat my biscuits any more.
He didn't understand, but he came up with a plan;
Just take it to my room and close the door.

Verse 1:
I can have it as hot as I can take,
and I'm slowly working my way up to "bake."
I don't mean to boast, but I can handle "lightly toast,"
Though my room smells like I'm cooking steak.

Chorus 1 again:
Daddy caught me lovin' the toaster oven,
and he won't eat my biscuits any more.
He didn't understand, but he came up with a plan;
Just take it to my room and close the door.

Verse 2:
It never argues, we never fight.
It's just the same thing every night.
I plug it in the socket, and it gives me the Hot Pockets.
Lovin' with the oven just feels right.

Bridge:
I can't help cry out with a shudder,
"Dear God, I can't believe that it's not butter!"

Verse 3:
My father and I, we just don't talk.
I guess it all came as quite a shock.
If it's gonna be this way, then I guess I best not say
How I used to love his stir-fry wok.

Chorus 2:
Daddy caught me lovin' the toaster oven,
and he won't eat my biscuits any more.
How the lovin' goes, he doesn't want to know,
But that's what the oven mitt is for.

Now to just find a nice country-esque jingle, slap the two together, and start looking for an agent.

DISCLAIMER: No toaster ovens were harmed or fornicated with in the making of this song.