I started cookin in the afternoon,
Sil can turn it over by the hazy moon.
Good to go from the bottom to the top,
Top to the bottom Danny's at the hop.
I see the heat rise and a realize,
Put a patty on the grill with a side of fried.
Too pink in the middle so I do the flip,
The fire grows higher with the greasy drip.
Who can turn it over when the side is done,
I'm goin downstairs, gonna have some fun.
The boys are really cookin, gettin into it,
Silcanturnitova, now that's the shit.

Silcanturnitova
When the sun beats down.
Silcanturnitova
When the moon comes round.
I don't know who can turnitova but,
Silcanturnitova.

Lazy is the craze each and every day,
When Sil can turn it over thats the only way.
I like to spend my time about a step behind,
My demeanor is meaner when I am not kind.
I don't complain about the shape I'm in,
I roll away and let the night begin.
My superbowl shinin' like a neon sign,
Bus stop bedazzled on bananna wine.
I wait for a musical delivery,
A little white box just for her and me.
You know I love her every way that I can,
Silcanturnitova all accross the land.

(chorus)

I raise my glass for a toast,
To the girl that I love the most.
She decks the halls but when nature calls,
I'll be livin with the heavenly host.

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