The balance swings now, incomplete by
Here here, one or two
A piece of cake upon the plate
Chomped by neither me nor you
We are not alone
In a semi-detached home
Who's that on the phone?
With ma, not alone
Stuff to chew on that's touched by you
Leads me to temptation
The apple pie floats in the sky
By nontoxic irritation
The apple pies look twice as nice
When I'm not around to serve them
Bubblegum strip smeared by your lip
We are now alone
In a semi-detached home
No one on the phone
Kids are now on their own.
Doot doot, doot doot