There\'s a rhythm as the kettle boils
A chorus in the toaster
I live alone for good or bad
So have to make the most of
Most times I can forget the past
And see the time before me
It sometimes even looks all right
Especially in sunlight
And when the dawn creeps cross the floor
To offer daylight romance
We set the rhythms to the chords
And sweep the floor with dances
We cook our breakfast to a waltz
And scramble eggs to lindys
Sometimes we get up on our toes
And pirouette the windows
The Day and me...