a mysterious font by the end of the north road
just across from the spar
da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy
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
da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy