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 molecular fault in a parallel world   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