I'm a grill, underneath, I'm really grate
And so proud ' cause I'm clean, not slopped with gravy
By the walk, here I sit next to the gate
When I'm lit, you can see my heat rays, wavy

I adore being used for something grilly
When the gang plans a cookout at our place
Here I go, sloppy joes, cobbed corn, and chili
Mac and Milly, did you bring the bouillabaisse?

When I have a brand new sparkle
Freshly scrubbed with a pad of brill
Fully filled with some good hard charcoal,
I Enjoy Being A Grill...

When they say I'm hot and ready,
It's my job, anxious mouths to fill
I can please any John or Eddy
I Enjoy Being A Grill...

I flip when they squirt the starter fluid
I'd drool, but must keep my charm and grace
I flame, making embers of their new wood
Lots of room for some sausage in my space..

'Round my hood, things are hot as toast is,
Over slots where the hot coals be
At the home of the host and hostess,
I enjoy feeling those tongs,
And Being A Grill....like.....me..