by Rex Songs (with apologies to Rob Zombie)
Eating time has come
She is almost done
Slurping spaghetti
Eating past(er)ry
Instead I am the guy
Washing all the time
My nightmare begins
Scouring pots and pans
Piles of more dishes
All over the kitchen
I scrape and I scrub with my
Spatula
Soiled dirty dishes
All over the kitchen
I scrape and I scrub with my
Spatula
I can barely think
As I fill up the sink
Bubbles overflow
Puddles floor below
I'm losing my mind
Smell like lemon-lime
All this food debris
Breeds catastrophe
Piles of more dishes
All over the kitchen
I scrape and I scrub with my
Spatula
Soiled dirty dishes
All over the kitchen
I scrape and I scrub with my
Spatula
Screw it maybe
I'll do it later
Screw it maybe
I'll do it later
...I need something mechanical!
Pausing, then my wife
Noticing my skin
Crackled, dry as bone
Went shopping again
Pushy salesman of
Home appliances
But it must've been
A really good buy
The whole pile of dishes
All over he kitchen
Vanished to the back of a
Dishwasher
And all of my wishes
Came through without glitches
When put that big stack in my
Dishwasher
Do it baby
Do it baby
Do it baby
Fluid baby
...I got something mechanical!
I'll do the dishes
NO! I'll do the dishes
Slam to the back of my
Dishwasher
I'll do the dishes
NO! I'll do the dishes
Slam to the back of my
Dishwasher
I'll do the dishes
NO! I'll do the dishes
Slam to the back of my
Dishwasher.