Mom could you please
warm these waters up
Yo ** **
and a tub full of suds

Pirates in the making
on their personal high sea
Don't dare pull the plug
on this Caribbean dream

There's treasure they know
in the depths down below
They saw it when it sank
in mid bathtime flow

Send the divers in
to this porcelain surf
Holding their breath as long as they can
for all they are worth

They'll come away from this
if nothing else, clean
Where in tomorrow night's bath
they'll set sail once again

A couple muddy bathtub buddies
sailing on a sea of suds
In a life filled with adventure
because there's never enough