Well I'm your ten star blue plate special I've always heard you say But you're treating me tonight Like I'm left over's in the greasy spoon café And you're my high class de-luxe menu With genuine meal appeal But now you got some doubts about me eating out And you know that just ain't real Cos something's cookin' in the kitchen Something's brewin' in the air Something's burnin' in your microwave And freezin' in your Frigidaire Something's cookin' in the kitchen Something's steamin' up the room Something's broken down your thermostat 'N' I'm pickin' up a feelin' You're gonna hit the ceilin' soon Baby, there's one lesson you oughta know I've learned When you order what you want in other restaurants You're sure to get your fingers burned So try to be a little more tender C'mon fall right off that bone 'Cos I don't go chasin' after hamburger When I got steak at home