Hey, baby cakes, I wanna write you a song Now that we've been on this journey so long Standin' here at the sink scrubbin' away Has really made me think I've got something to say Ooooh... 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 throw you away I'd pop the champagne and make your clean get away If bubbles were bullets, I'd draw you a bath Tough farts as mega nukes 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