Oh just look at me,
La la la la la la,
La la la la la la,
La la,
I’m bursting with glee,
La la la la la la,
La la la la la la,
La la,
You ask me why just so I seem,
Because my wife is cooking bream,
Three kilos of bream,
Half a bottle of wine,
Eight shallots and a lime mmm yeah!
Two teaspoons of egg,
Several celery stalks,
A lemon, pepper and salt, oh yes
I do believe it won’t be long,
The smell of bream in cream is strong,
And she’ll,
Stir all the celery, butter and salt,
And she’ll add pepper, saffron and the bream she will coat,
Peel the shallots, cut the lemons in half and stir…
Bream in cream, oh bream in cream,
The cream is delicious and the bream is nutritious,
Bream in cream, oh bream in cream,
When my guests ask “what is it?”
“Why’s the taste so exquisite?”
(I say) Bream in cream, bream in cream,
It’s called bream in cream.
It’s baked in an oven,
Preheat to 400 degrees,
Or gas mark seven if you please, Oh My!
When the bream has been cooked,
It just falls of the bone,
Just like the flesh of my wife, oh my!
I like to watch my wife reduce,
Every single drop of her cooking juice
Then she,
Pours in the cream and brings it back to the boil,
Transfers to a dish and then wraps it in foil,
She checks all the seasonings, adds caraway, saffron and lime
