In the next wave, you said to me
We’ll be born as tomatoes, free
You softly whispered, secret recipe
Ketchup on the sun, Tomma Nova Love
Tangled up in a Monday morning
When the pajamas smell like crayons
Rollin’ in a dream, you gently call my name
Mr. Pickleton, Saturday of jam
Roll around the kitchen floor
Socks are sliding more and more
Roll around the kitchen floor
Socks are sliding more and more
Slippin' on the floor, Tomma Nova Love
In the next wave, you said to me
We’ll be born as tomatoes, free
You softly whispered, secret recipe
Ketchup on the sun, Tomma Nova Love
Ah-
All I need is one more socks to finish Ketchup waltz
In the next wave, you said to me
We’ll be born as tomatoes, free
You softly whispered, secret recipe
Slippin' on the floor, Tomma Nova Love?