Well the kitchen show is over, and everyone's in bed.|But I can't sleep for I still have that old song in my head|The one I wrote so long ago, the one I like the best. |And the kitchen stove won't let me go without one last request||Well the kitchen show is over, the clapped and they went to bed.|But I'll stay up to chase the dreams running through my head.|And I may be just a dreamer, but my songs will be known.||Even if I have to do my kitchen show alone.|Well they say when you get older, you'll never make the grade|But I got song that's on the top of the kitchen hit parade|And though I'll make no money, I'm never feeling low.|As long as friends and neighbors' come to hear my kitchen show.||Well the kitchen show is over, and everyone's in bed.|But I can't sleep for I still have that old song in my head|The one I wrote so long ago, the one I like the best.|And the kitchen stove won't let me go without one last request||Now the kitchen stove is colder, it's almost half past four|And the old dog tries to stay awake beside the bedroom door.|And with his one eye open, he wants to let me know.|How much he likes the song I written for my kitchen show.||Well the kitchen show is over, the clapped and they went to bed.|But I'll stay up to chase the dreams running through my head.|And I may be just a dreamer, but my songs will be known.|Even if I have to do my kitchen show alone.||I may be just a dreamer, but my songs will be known.|Even if I have to do my kitchen show alone.|