this one is about what happens to you if you quit your band and go get a job.
lyrics
I fell through the cracks
Now I work in the back
Cutlery is my specialty
My kingdom unto me
I got a story to tell
I haven't always worked in this hell
Bubble bubble bubble toil and trouble
Plates stacked high amidst the rubble
Of pots and pans pass me another
I'm your friend the dishwasher
I was a rock & roll idol
I filled my ego and forgot my sole
I did it all for the kids
Now they pass me by on the skids
I got a story to tell
I haven't always worked in this hell
Bubble bubble bubble toil and trouble
Plates stacked high amidst the rubble
Of pots and pans pass me another
I'm your friend the dishwasher