When London came calling they packed up their bags
They thought they'd cook Michelin and end up in food mags
But life got real, their inspiration took a back seat
And they realised, "why cook fancy" If it's like an animal you want to eat?

That's when they heard their first growl, a sound from the street
A low deep hum, gosh it sounded sweet!
Their creativity started to soar, to roam and grow strong
How could anything feel so right, so bright like a song!
And so began the tale of these two chicks

Who decided to become street kings,
with Growlers, not dicks