Fred Rand - Kitchen Stomp lyrics

Sitting in my kitchen, never really care what you do By sitting in my kitchen and never caring for what you do You cannot really call me out unless I call for your too Come into my kitchen, help yourself a piece of my pie Come into my kitchen, help yourself a piece of my pie If I don't get in yours, it's alright, I don't care for why Do ya get a lotta booty for cramming that opinion in? Do ya get a lotta booty for cramming that opinion in? Well, you'd get with the fool if she'll put her ends to your will Giant halls and golden pots D'you really think I want the lot? If your kitchen's really worth Put your money where your mouth is The pot is boiling quite alright If I don't put out now will you hold a gun to my head? Your god's alright for now But what about tomorrow? He'll shine by your rules Upon all the fools you loathe and accuse If your hard-hearted honey never giveth in to your loss If your hard-hearted honey never giveth in to your loss Set her up for you rally, make sure there's a bent for your cause Sitting in my kitchen doesn't make me better than you Staying in my kitchen doesn't make me better than you But keeping out of yours, not trying to call you out on it do Giant halls and golden pots D'you reall think I want the lot If your kitchen's really worth Put your money where your mouth is The pot is smouldering quite alright Do help yourself but don't hold a gun to my head Your god's alright for now But what about tomorrow? He'll shine by your rules Upon all the fools you loathe and accuse