He be getting out of the, getting out of the kitchennWhen he's finally heard enough of your bitchingnTime to drink all your booze ?nSo I'll leave you nothing but a pile of dishesnnGirls be flipping and guys be trippingnOne foot out the door, it's like a dance, flip itnThere was a relationshipnBut we ain't dancing anymorennYour kitchen's up in flamesnThere ain't no one to blame but yourselfnYour nitpicking will drive a man insanenThrowing that kind of heatnCan give a man a heart attacknDon't you burn them bridgesnYou can never go back, hey, hey, heynnKitchen ain't easy on a mannFrom the fire to the frying pannFrom a human to anothernIt ain't right to hit your lovernIt was over like a can of spamnnHere's a tip, you're gonna flipnIf you don't get a grip, stop giving that lipnYou got that fed up, better give some head upnInstead of eating all his butternnYour kitchen's up in flamesnThere ain't no one to blame but yourselfnYour nitpicking will drive a man insanenThrowing that kind of heatnCan give a man a heart attacknDon't you burn them bridgesnYou can never go back, hey, hey, heynnNo use crying over spilled milknWhen some thing's gone badnThere ain't no way backnCheck the expiration date before it's too latenAin't the pot calling the kettle blacknnTake it from a girl who really knows it wellnEvery single one I had went straight to hellnYou can achieve world peace with your tone of voicenOr start World War III, it's your choicennYour kitchen's up in flamesnThere ain't no one to blame but yourselfnYour nitpicking will drive a man insanenThrowing that kind of heatnCan give a man a heart attacknDon't you burn them bridgesnYou can never go back, hey, hey, hey