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Brad Parent- Solo Recordings 87-93 |
The Kitchen MarauderLyrics by Brad Parent You hear him creeping 'round about midnight, You go to the kitchen, "What's that light???" It's the cold, pale glow from the Frigidaire You peep 'round the corner, something ain't right...
Chorus: He's the Kitchen Marauder He's the Kitchen Marauder He's the Kitchen Marauder, yeah; He's gonna raid your box tonight!
Hear that little spoon go clinking around in the glass; You know he's gonna mix himself some chocolate milk fast. Ain't no one gonna tell him, Lord, that he's puttin' on weight, 'Cause he don't do no eatin' til you've gone to sleep at last...
Chorus: He's the Kitchen Marauder He's the Kitchen Marauder He's the Kitchen Marauder, yeah; He's gonna raid your box tonight!
Well someday they may catch him, but then it'll be too late; He'll have eaten all your vittles, and even licked the plate! He'll have gobbled up your daily bread, and sampled your stew, crunched on your cereal, and a baloney sandwich, too...
Chorus: He's the Kitchen Marauder He's the Kitchen Marauder He's the Kitchen Marauder, yeah; He's gonna raid your box tonight! |