Elton John — Wake Up Wendy Chef Aid version

[Chef] Ladies and gentlemen, the hardest working man in show business, Mr. Elton John! Got this bug-eyed girl Cold hand on my knee Frozen teeth chitter, chatter She's dressed up like a cemetery Like a cemetery Snowbound all winter Blue lips on my cheek Little tongues prattlin', rattlin' Talkin' about them hometown geeks Them hometown geeks Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee Help me into your custom kitchen Gimme a cup of that old black magic I want to get me some of that old home cookin' Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin' Wake up Wendy, moods a changin' I got a reason, and you got a feelin' Wake up Wendy, love's in season Feels like a steam clean When she washes me Clouds a bustin', pumps a hissin' Just peel me off the ceiling Off the ceiling Oh, chill out, bug-eyed-girl Zap me into cinders Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo Melt me with your little fingers With little fingers Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee Help me into your custom kitchen Gimme a cup of that old black magic I want to get me some of that old home cookin' Can you feel it, oh, it's chilly and freezin' Wake up Wendy, moods a changin' I got a reason, and you got a feelin' Wake up Wendy, love's in season Wake up Wendy, love's in season Wake up Wendy, love's in season