Dishwasher - The Solids

Wish I could go to the beach today

Let some other slave come clear these trays

And maybe Jesus could come I bet

There’d be tracks in the sand

There’d be just one set, where he

Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me

Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me

Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me

Hey, I’m gonna stay

I’m gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher

Hey, I’m gonna stay

I’m gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher

(Whoa)

(Whoa)

Now that I know where the green soap goes

And the rinse is red I do suppose

You give the job to a lesser man

And if we get slammed

He’ll throw his hands, crying

Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me

Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me

Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me

Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me

Hey, I’m gonna stay

I’m gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher

Hey, I’m gonna stay

I’m gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher

Dishwasher, dishwasher

Dishwasher, dishwasher

To all the kids look across the nation

And kitchens, bars and waitress stations

I’ll raise a glass and I’ll wish you well

And I’ll meet you at the last call bell

Hey, I’m gonna stay

I’m gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher

Hey, I’m gonna stay

I’m gonna be dishwasher (Oh), dishwasher

Hey, I’m gonna stay

I’m gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher (Yeah)

Hey, I’m gonna stay

I’m gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher (Oh)

Dishwasher, dishwasher