PHILOSOPHY OF THE WORLD

Another shower, another song...

WHO IS DROPPING PANS ON THE LITTLE ROBOT’S HEAD?

I’ll dress up like a frog for you,
I’ll dress up like a ghost.
I’ll climb up every ladder for you,
And pick up all your trash.

Oh, if you’re sitting in a corner
Crying ‘bout your mom and dad,
I’ll hand you a green green ring
To twirl around your arm.

There’s not a wrapper or a can or a crumb
That I won’t come upon
And sweep up with my heart.

No, there’s not a wrapper or a can or a crumb
That I won’t come upon
And sweep up with my heart.

I’ll make all the pirates and gurus smile,
So they won’t steal your change.
I’ll take your daddy’s toothbrush out
And clean up all the stains.

Oh, I’ll solve the final mystery
Out on my last patrol,
Then contract into a dot of light,
Forever on your console.

There’s not a wrapper or a can or a crumb
That I won’t come upon
And sweep up with my heart.

No, there’s not a wrapper or a can or a crumb
That I won’t come upon
And sweep up with my heart.