You and me are the disease and

The germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine keeping

Your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush

My blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month

Read the fine print later

We'll invent new four letter words

You are the bitter

I am the sweet

Oh

Run through the fields

Sing with the birds

You are the griddle

I am the meat

Oh

I'll turn you on like

The electric company

You are the bitter

I am the sweet

Oh

Flick on the switch

And light your pilot light

You are the griddle

I am the meat

Oh

You and me are the disease and

The germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine

Keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush

My blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month

Read the fine print later

We'll laugh away our golden years

You are the bitter

I am the sweet

Oh

We'll line the clouds with silver tears

You are the griddle

I am the meat

Oh

You and me are the disease

And the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine

Keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush

My blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month

Read the fine print later

You and me are the disease

And the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine

Keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush

My blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month

Read the fine print later

You are the bitter

I am the sweet

You are the griddle

I am the meat

You are the trick

I am the treat

You are the circus

I am the freak

You are the bitter

I am the sweet

Ah Ah

You are the griddle

I am the meat

Ah Ah

You are the trick

I am the treat

Ah Ah

You are the circus

I am the freak

Ah Ah