Drifting off to sleep, drifting off to sleep To the rumbling of the washing machine Like a buoy on the water, we're rocking back and forth Caught in sudden showers and drifting back to shore Measuring spoons flying all over the room We're the zamboni crew With a cardboard box, mop, and a broom Dancing on the counter, dancing on the counter Counting all the stars flickering on the ceiling Drumming on the table with a spoon and a ladle To Pershing spinning on the record player Measuring spoons flying all over the room We're the zamboni crew With a cardboard box, mop, and a broom We're going for a ride We're going for a ride And you can close your eyes If you wanna close your eyes Measuring spoons flying all over the room We're the zamboni crew With a cardboard box, mop, and a broom