If I pay you five dollars, will you try to make my bed? If I pay you ten, would you make me well instead? I love your baby, baby harmonies You really brighten up my basement suite, suite ♪ We should go down to the mall Look at people, judge them all Judge them before they judge us and leave there feeling bad We should sit and pick our hands I think you're a genius And when we make your hangnails bleed You deserve a PhD If I pay you five dollars, will you try to make my bed? If I pay you ten, would you make me well instead? I love your honey, honey harmonies You really brighten up my basement suite We should put that record on The one you found when you were gone The one that has those sad, sad songs And makes you sing out loud We could start a basement band Guitar hooks caught in your hands Will travel through the west side nights And drown out humming street lights ♪ If I pay you five dollars, will you try to make my bed? If I pay you ten, would you make me well instead? I la-la love your la-la harmonies You really brighten up my basement suite, suite