Dunk Tank

We're getting ready for the dunk tank Getting ready for the dunk tank We're all just getting ready for the dunk tank Getting ready for the dunk tank Momma's in the kitchen making coffee She hasn't slept in weeks and her body aches She prays one day her soul will take Daddy's in the back watching the game He works 40 hours a day If you ask him, he works 40 hours a day And he's so tired of getting passed over for the promotion Because his hair is gray And that's not okay He's getting ready for the dunk tank Getting ready for the dunk tank We're all just getting ready for the dunk tank Getting ready for the dunk tank There's a baby in her crib I'm jealous of her blue knit sweater That grandma knit her Grandma never knit anything so beautiful for me But give it time, that sweater will see better weather And die in a brown taped box in the basement Everything dies in a brown taped box in the basement Dunk tank, the dunk tank, the dunk tank, the dunk tank Getting ready for that dunk tank We're all just getting ready for the dunk tank Getting ready for that dunk tank Seems the world's always ready for it There's nothing left to say But there's a world outside for the hopeless Don't let the water wash your dreams away Away, yeah Away, yeah We're getting ready for the dunk tank Getting ready for that dunk tank We're all just getting ready for the dunk tank Getting ready for that dunk tank