Mclusky Follow

Kkkitchens, 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

Daddy, don't marry, Daddy

Kkkitchens, what were you thinking?
If racial tension is a benchmark
How much for this sink in a riot?
I'll buy it with the water main

You're a mock, a molar

A mysterious font by the end of North Road
Just across from the spar

Daddy, don't marry, Daddy

Kkkitchens, I know you're shutting
I think you gave us everything
That we could ever ask
Of a little racist shop

But, Kkkitchens, what were you thinking?
What drugs were all your salesmen taking?
I tried to run but spent the weekend shaking

Daddy, don't marry, Daddy