They say I woke up late, 
 missed my train, 
 Tell me my wallet 
 lookin' like a ghost — 
 man, that’s a shame. 
 Boss is callin', 
 I ain’t pickin’ up, 
 Too busy with the angels 
 sippin’ from the cup. 
 But oh — 
 we can step on glass! 
 No spills, 
 no chills, 
 just a marble pass. 
 From Plomari’s gate 
 to the city within, 
 No worries, 
 no stress — 
 just put it 
 in the vaskbin! 
 Just put it 
 in the vaskbin! 
 Wave your hands, 
 let the good times spin. 
 Flood too high? 
 Don't even trip, 
 One flick of a fin 
 and we let it rip! 
 Just put it 
 in the vaskbin! 
 Credit card maxed, 
 fridge got none, 
 But King Spiros 
 out here pourin' up fun — 
 They call him Sissy, 
 silk-lined crown, 
 Rules the marble thrones 
 where waves crash down. 
 Golden chalice, 
 marble grin, 
 They don’t sip, 
 they just dump it 
 in the vaskbin! 
 Rainy days, 
 leaky roof, 
 Still got statues 
 in the booth! 
 They take the flood, 
 pour it in, 
 No worries, 
 no stress — 
 just put it 
 in the vaskbin! 
 Just put it 
 in the vaskbin! 
 A seamstress weaves the stars 
 with a spider’s thread, 
 Spinning galaxies — 
 pull the needle, 
 twist the thread. 
 The Strawberry Label 
 sings in tune, 
 Pressing vinyls 
 on the marble moon. 
 Just put it 
 in the vaskbin! 
 Just put it 
 in the vaskbin!