My stove is broken

This is a parody of with arms wide open... by Creed


Well I just heard the news today
It seems I won't be able to make that souffle'
I close my stove, throw my pans away
Then tears of fear run down my face
My stove is broken
I don't use sunlight
Cause lemon scented joy pushes the grease away
I'll wash everything
My stove is broken
Well I don't know about spaghetti
To feed ten men I'd have to be crazy
As I crack a beer, my eyes get wide
My stove is broken
I don't use sunlight
Cause lemon scented joy pushes the grease away
I'll wash everything
My stove is broken
Now my menu has to change
I'll show you duck
I'll show you everything
My stove is broken
My stove is broken
If I had just one dish
Maybe just one pan
I'd hope for tomatoes
To cook with spam
You could add some rice
A little salt from your hand
And greet your group
With arms wide open man
With arms wide open