Ma Kelly's Kitchen

"Can I have a hot dog?" were the first words she uttered
As he smeared a hot bun with some cheap yellow mustard
With her half-open eyes and her barely-there grin
She spread him apart like an old bobby pin
But he looked back at her with no presupposition
He always harbored suspicion
About the price of admission
In Ma Kelly's Kitchen

They had both started working there about two weeks before
He in the kitchen, and she in the bar
They'd had few exchanges in all that good time
But ignoring each other was a two-victim crime
If you ate there too often you'd need a physician
But love malnutrition
Was a chronic condition
In Ma Kelly's Kitchen

It was just a few minutes before closing time
And the place had been empty since a quarter to nine
Two jumbo dogs sizzled as they hit the hot grill
"Got nothin' to do but go home and pay bills
And eatin' hot dogs alone is against my religion"
It was a smooth transition
From the short-order magician
In Ma Kelly's Kitchen

Well the beer it was cold and the hot dogs was prime
They got to talking and laughing and lost track of time
Soon red streaks of sunlight slipped through the glass panes
And the red flames of passion coursed wild through their veins
With the feeling so strong they ignored their misgivings
And found themselves itching
To form a connection
In Ma Kelly's Kitchen

Ma Kelly spied them as she trudged through the door
In Flagrante Delicto right there on the floor
She muffled a scream and she covered her eyes
As they frantically attempted to apologize
Well, they were fired on the spot, but found other positions
But they found their heart's wishings
And lost their inhibitions
In Ma Kelly's Kitchen