Kkkitchens, What Were You Thinking?

K-k-kitchens, what were you thinking?

Your quality units never stood a chance

With a little forward planning and perspective

You'd have avoided this

But you're a spook, a legend

An urban myth with a twist in the tail

A precautionary nod to the licensing trade

And children still whisper your name

Da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy

K-k-kitchens what were you thinking

If racial tension is the benchmark

Then how much for this sink in a riot?

I'll buy it with the water main

But you're a mock, a molar

A molecular fault in a parallel world

A mysterious font by the end of the north road

Just across from the spar

Da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy

K-k-kitchens I know you're shutting

I think you gave us everything that we could ever ask

Of a little racist shop

But k-k-kitchens what were you thinking?

What drugs were all your salesmen taking?

I tried to run but spent the weekend shaking

Da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy