Hey, babycakes, I wanna write you a song, Now that we've been on this journey so long. Standing here at the sink scrubbin' away Has really made me think I've got somethin' to say.
Hey, baby, ketchup and mustard and oatmeal too, Just wash your dishes, don't make me blue, Wash your dishes, or rinse them... or just make an effort.
If bubbles were bullets, I'd blow you away, I'd pop the champagne and make a clean getaway. If bubbles were bullets, I'd draw you a bath, Tubfarts as meganukes would deliver my wrath.
But if bubbles were bullets, if that were really true, Then, babycakes, I'd take a shot for you, I'd take a shot for you, I'd take a shot for you.