You sing in the showernat ungodly hours of the morningnI would make crepes every Saturdaynand we would spread themnspread them with jamnand we would eat them neat them with our bare handsnnOh when summer comes,nwe'll turn the sprinklers onnWe got them installed,nthough we don't have a lawn,nbut we like to slip and slip and slidenWe like to sun our backsidesnnWe like to kiss and make upnWe like to live cause livin' is toughn