Drifting off to sleep, drifting off to sleep
To the rumbling of the washing machine
Like a buoy on the water, we're rocking back and forth
Caught in sudden showers and drifting back to shore
Measuring spoons flying all over the room
We're the zamboni crew
With a cardboard box, mop, and a broom
Dancing on the counter, dancing on the counter
Counting all the stars flickering on the ceiling
Drumming on the table with a spoon and a ladle
To Pershing spinning on the record player
Measuring spoons flying all over the room
We're the zamboni crew
With a cardboard box, mop, and a broom
We're going for a ride
We're going for a ride
And you can close your eyes
If you wanna close your eyes
Measuring spoons flying all over the room
We're the zamboni crew
With a cardboard box, mop, and a broom
