Lewis Proud’s in the kitchen, cookin' with pride, “No frozen food,” he says, “It’s fresh or I’ve died!” He chops the steak, but oops—bit too thick, He grins, “It’s fine, this Philly’s gonna slick!” It’s perfect, yeah, perfect, no frozen stuff here, Fresh onions and beef, it’s a Philly so clear! He’s so proud, like he's on top of the moon, Even if it's a little messy—he'll eat it soon! “Home cooked, no shortcuts,” Lewis declares, Perfect Philly steak, who needs to compare?