This is the kitchen song
The place I hang on every morning
It's where I drink my orange juice
And I will always speak the truth
(wait a minute)
What's that sound?
What hits the ground?
It's water drippin' down
From my kitchen sink
In rhythm dumb, and I cannot think
Straight
It's getting late
And I cannot think
This is the kitchen song, yeah
It's just the kitchen song
I'm hangin' on a kitchen love
This is the kitchen song
The place I hang on every evening
It's where I lay down my sleepy head
And I think about you
What's that sound?
What hits the ground?
Words are dripping down
On my kitchen's floor
They touch the ground
And I want more
They break apart
And I want more, more, more...
This is the kitchen song, yeah
Where all the girls belong, yeah
I'm hangin' on a kitchen love
This is the kitchen song, yeah
Where all the boys belong, yeah
I'm hangin' on a kitchen love
So, there I was - sitting in my kitchen,
and then I said to myself "what I'm gonna do?...
I think I'm gonna dance... dance to the kitchen
song"