Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
Hurt his foot when he kicked a can
Walk-in freezer in the back
Just off the central kitchen, damn
Hate it that I stayed silent
Stunned by the sudden violence
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
I just do the dishes, man

Would he even listen, man
I never knew
Cursing out a group
Is not in my worldview
Guy came from a country
Where it’s something they do
(Hey, this is still a country
Where it’s something we do)

Chef called me the bitches’ man
All those women were my friends
They hated all his arrogance
The way he put the blame on them
And he was incompetent
Still the boss didn’t care
Acted like I wasn’t there
Acted like I didn’t stare

Acted like I owed him solidarity
For being a man
Wound up and he kicked a can
Cocked his foot back, dented tin
Wounded now, a dented shin
Hopping in a circle, man
Least he took it out on himself
And not the bitches, man

In this kitchen
No one made bank
Still I see these guys
And they really really think
That they’re just like
They identify with millionaires
When their solidarity should be
With women they’re near

What’s the difference, man
Thirty cents an hour?
Six hundred bucks a year?
Man, they make that in the shower
They don’t care about you
Your gender doesn’t matter
Ambition won’t make you the master
So don’t fall for division, man

Chef wanted riches, man
Wanted to turn all that
Money to women and
Chef wanted discipline
Wanted restriction
But treated me well
Grateful but guilty
I wasn’t in hell

I thought: “I’ll be next
If I try to push back”
Then I witnessed the attack
On the can in the back
Of the freezer, it was funny
Seeing him hopping around
That’s why
I will never back down

I just do the dishes, man
I never knew
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
It’s something we do
I just do the dishes, man
I never knew
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
It’s something we do
I just do the dishes, man
I never knew
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
It’s something we do
Cursing out a group
Is not in my worldview
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
It’s something we do