Preferred Band/Artist: Any
Standing by the fire, the smell of searing flesh
Talking about stresses at work, and the new teacher at the crèche
Listen to the sizzle, as the fat begins to burn
Discussing the political situation and how to beat the White Fern
Taste the marinade before dripping it over
Show off with the keys to your brand new Range Rover
Turn it, Flip it, gently give it a squeeze
Talk about your new secretary, man she’s a tease
Call the children, let them dish up
Compare war stories of how you gave that guy a klap
Cutlery rumbling, someone's chickens undercooked
Blame the bad lighting, knowing twice you should have looked
High pitched laughter, the vino overflows
As bodies reach their tolerance, the urinal overflows
Put the music to bed and turn the children softer
Love your wife who takes care of your daughter
As greetings are passed and drunken promises made
you head for your bed, leave the cleaning for the maid
This is the life you think, everything I worked for so hard
A loving family, good friends, and platinum card
What more could you want or ask for indeed
That which is in excess you give to people in need
A quality of life to which many aspire
few who obtain it, the rest burn like fire
The same fire that you used for a braai
Could well be the reason those who fail cry
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