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
I'm gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher
I'm gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher
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
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
I'm gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher
I'm gonna be 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
I'm gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher
I'm gonna be dishwasher (Oh), dishwasher
I'm gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher (Yeah)
I'm gonna be dishwasher, dishwasher (Oh)