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Verse 1: Valentine’s night and it’s minus three, Boots by the door and a full house scene. Grandma cheerful with rum in a glass, “Boys, take your time — cook with class.” Grandpa steady with his scotch on ice, Quiet control, precise advice. “Low and slow… trust the heat.” Meanwhile someone dropped raw meat. Pre-Chorus: Aprons crooked, tension high, Smoke alarm testin’ the sky. Chorus: It’s the Buchan boys cookin’ on Valentine’s night, Aprons too tight but the mood’s just right. No candlelit chef with a French cuisine — Just family chaos and stainless steel sheen. Grandma’s cheersin’, Grandpa calm, Kitchen hummin’ like a love-song bomb. We don’t buy romance, we build it slow — With steak and shrimp and oven fries glow. Verse 2: Calvin’s on fries — oven-baked gold, Laid out clean, disciplined, bold. Connor seasonin’ with confident flair, Salt and pepper in the air. Tray slid in, timer set, “Four-twenty-five — don’t forget.” Larry’s at the sink, splash-zone pro, Washin’ dishes in a steady flow. Liam and Brad on salad patrol, Leafy greens in a balanced bowl. No tomatoes — keep it clean, Just crisp and sharp and fresh and green. Colten’s shrimp in garlic flame, Pan pop rhythm, dialed-in game. Colston’s steak with the perfect sear, Flip too soon? Grandpa appears. Curtis, Drew, and Asher steady, Garnish squad gettin’ plates all ready. Parsley light, lemon just right — “No lawn clippings tonight.” Wayne and Steve in service mode, Plate by plate down the hallway road. Walkin’ smooth like trained pros — “Hot plate comin’, watch your toes.” Final Chorus (Big Gang Vocals): Buchan boys cookin’, hearts on fire, Nobody quit and nobody retired. From oven tray to garnish crew — Valentine’s done the Buchan way through. Grandma’s rum about halfway gone, Grandpa’s scotch still holdin’ strong. Kitchen loud but love runs deep — That’s the promise the Buchans keep. Outro (Call & Response): Fries! (Oven!) Season! (Connor!) Shrimp! (Flip it!) Steak! (Rest it!) Salad! (caesar!) Serve it! Grandma: “Best one yet.”