Take it to eleven
That's good enough for me
Let's finish off this masterpiece
Bring it to its knees
We're still not very happy
With that eensy weensy chop
I know we can get it better
So it's one more from the top

Pull on the rubber gloves
And polish through the night
No stopping until we know
It's absolutely right
Cook up a storm
And what have we got
See-through clear stew
Nothing in the pot

Rubber gloves will save the day
Rubber gloves the only way
Everything your punter loves
The kitchen sink and the rubber gloves

Grab yourself a white coat
And surgically proceed
Relocate the feelgood
Dot the q's and p's
Some painless amputation
Of the fundamental riff
And your sonic architecture
Is your musical stiff

Rubber gloves will save the day
Rubber gloves the only way
Everything your punter loves
The kitchen sink and the rubber gloves

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Andrew Bown