Sub Slinger Supreme

(Verse 1) Marcus rocks the apron, wears it like a crown, Stay-at-home dad, the coolest cat in town. He's flipping pancakes, making PB&Js, Subs on his mind, they're his craze. (Chorus) Marcus, oh Marcus, king of the kitchen, Subs are his love, his eternal mission. Never has to knock on wood, luck on his side, With every sub bite, he feels alive. (Verse 2) From Italian hoagies to veggie delights, Marcus crafts subs that reach new heights. With every slice of cheese, every splash of sauce, He's in his element, without a pause. (Chorus) Marcus, oh Marcus, ruler of the deli, His subs are legendary, no need to tell ye. Never has to knock on wood, fortune's his mate, In his sub-filled world, he's first-rate. (Bridge) No nine-to-five, no corporate grind, Just Marcus and his subs, a bond divine. He may not wear a suit or tie, But in his kitchen, he's flying high. (Chorus) Marcus, oh Marcus, hero of the lunchtime, Subs in his heart, his rhythm and rhyme. Never has to knock on wood, fate is his friend, In his sub-filled world, he'll defend. (Outro) So here's to Marcus, the sub-slinging dad, With his spatula in hand, he's never sad. Living life to the fullest, doing what he loves, Marcus, the king of subs, with a heart that's made of...subs!