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The dangerous kitchen, if it ain't one thing it's another
In the middle of the night when you get home
The bread things are all dry 'n' scratchy
The meat things, where the cats ate through the paper
The can things with the sharp little edges
That can cut your fingers when you're not looking
The soft little things on the floor that you step on
They can all be DANGEROUS
Sometimes the milk can hurt you
(If you put it on your cereal before you smell the plastic container)
And the stuff in the strainer has a mind of its own
So be very careful in the dangerous kitchen
When the night time has fallen, and the roaches are crawlin'
In the kitchen of danger, you can feel like a stranger
The bananas are black, they got flies in the back
And also the chicken in the dish with the foil
Where the cream is all clabbered, and the salad is frightful
Your return in the evening can be less than delightful
You must walk very careful, you must not lean against it
It can get on your clothing, it can follow you in
As you walk to the bedroom, and you take all your clothes off
While you're sleeping, it crawls off, it gets in your bed
It could get on your face then, it could eat your complexion
You could die from the danger, of the dangerous kitchen

WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO CLEAN IT ??

It's disgusting and dirty
The sponge on the drainer is stinky and squirty
If you squeeze it when you wipe up, what you get on your hands then
Could un-balance your glands and make you blind or whatever
In the dangerous kitchen...
At my house tonight

-- Frank Zappa