I'm chattin' with the fishes
I'm stackin' up the dishes
I'm crunchin' up your wishes for the big red guy
Oh, my feet are itchin'
I'm bitchin' in the kitchen
Whenever you be twitchin' I be wondering why
So come and hold the strainer
'Cause girl you're my no-brainer
And I got the stock answer to the question you pose
My name is Mr. Shape
I went and sold the two-inch tape
To buy a little silver xmas bell to hang off my nose
Go tell Aunt Rhody
To ride my little pony
'Cause we can't be the only ones livin' the dream
The proof is in the reading
Just tell me what you're needing
I'll start with sympathetic cream
Ooh-hoo!
