Someone's in the kitchen cooking up the trouble

I could be your lover if I had a double

I would take you home like all the other doubles do

I would take the spoon

And fill it with desire

Filthy little crystals

Set them all on fire

Send them down the hallways

Bodies will know what to do

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Martha’s in the kitchen losin' all her marbles

Cooking up more problems 'cause everybody loves them

Chase them with your whiskey

It’s the fashionable thing to do

I am in the backyard digging up my double

You just stood there laughing

Laughing at my shovel

With such a pointy finger

Why don't you point at something true?

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh