The rich people go there to wine & dine

Stuffing their faces by candlelight

I know this all sounds rather romantic

Only because you haven't passed through the kitchen doors

Behind them lurks the kitchen Kreeps

The hidden workers that nobody sees

Grotesque human like abominations

Infecting food for all the patrons

From the dining room you can't even tell

'Cuz the kitchen kreeps secret is kept so well

But if the customers ever did find out

They'd go running, puking right into their hands

And they call themselves the kitchen kreeps...

And they touch your dishes

They touch your cutlery too

But worst of all

They even manhandle your food

And nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors

And nobody ever really knows what goes on behind kitchen doors

Except for the kitchen kreeps