[Intro]
(microwave beep melting into a rhythm, soft thud of a frozen lasagna slab hitting marble, binaural whisper)

[Verse]
Thaw it on the counter, no microwave, no oven, just patience like a marinade
Three hours under the ceiling fan, the frost is sweating, the plan is grand
Preheat the oven to four-two-five, the dial is glowing, the smoke will arrive
Take the slab in both hands, raise it up, count to six, then drop it with a thud

[Chorus]
Thaw it, drop it, baptize in béchamel
Dance while the fire alarm harmonizes, swish and swell
No fork, no plate, just a charred corner and the crunch
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch (dale)

[Verse]
The mozzarella shards fly like hi-hats, crisp rattling on the marble slats
Moka pot gurgles on the stove, the first espresso drip is a treasure trove
I hear the béchamel bubble, a creamy whisper, the nutmeg sizzle, the wooden spoon flicker
Now slide the slab into the heat, the cheese is melting, the bass is meat

[Chorus]
Thaw it, drop it, baptize in béchamel
Dance while the fire alarm harmonizes, swish and swell
No fork, no plate, just a charred corner and the crunch
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch (rápido)

[Bridge]
(the moka pot screams, full-throated, the parrot mimics the alarm, smoke curls like a bassline)
Four-two-five, the cheese is carbon, the edges blacken, the smoke detector is a dance partner
Stir the béchamel, drip it slow, the sticky sauce makes the tempo grow
Thaw, drop, baptize, crunch—the mantra looping, the night is swooning

[Chorus]
Thaw it, drop it, baptize in béchamel
Dance while the fire alarm harmonizes, swish and swell
No fork, no plate, just a charred corner and the crunch
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch (escucha)

[Outro]
(just the crunch, the faint beep, a whisper)
Just the charred corner, baby, no crumbs.