[Verse 1]
Down at the game with a beer in my hand,
Trash on the bench, but the night's feelin' grand.
Text came in, said, âDily dog, donât fretâ
Always trust Chef Joe, ain't failed me yet.â
[Chorus]
đ¶ Chef Joe knows best, better than the rest,
When the kitchen gets hot, he still aces the test.
From the fryer to the plate, he don't second guess,
Follow his lead, you'll be setâ
Yeah, Chef Joe knows best. đ¶
[Verse 2]
T.J. beggin' me, âPlease work next Friday,â
But Iâm sittinâ back cool, sippinâ mine my way.
Let him sweat, let him plead,
Chef Joe said, âBoy, do what you need.â
[Chorus]
đ¶ 'Cause Chef Joe knows best, better than the rest,
He can flip a ribeye while cleaninâ up the mess.
Gives advice like whiskeyâstrong with finesse,
When he speaks, no need to guessâ
Yeah, Chef Joe knows best. đ¶
[Bridge]
Heâs the sizzle on the grill, the calm in the rush,
The one with the plan when we all feel crushed.
From late-night texts to midday laughs,
Heâs the reason I donât p***h that clock too fast.
[Final Chorus]
đ¶ Chef Joe knows best, better than the rest,
Even when chaos puts us to the test.
With a side-eye smirk and a ballcap crest,
Youâll never regret the questâ
'Cause Chef Joe knows best. đ¶