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!