Salted Caramel Ice Cream

She's sparkling

Like a fresh glass of Perrier

She's happy like my birthday

My birthday, tout a fete

She's like a dream

Salted caramel ice cream

She's bubbling

Like the water in my kettle

She's the sting in the nettle

The drummer in my metal band

She's like a dream

Salted caramel ice cream

Oh, good, she's coming

Don't look up

I've got to do this

I've got to do it

I, I, I, I, I've got to do it, I, I, I, I, I, I

She's glistening

Like a fresh-minted quarter

She's the splash in my water

She's so posh, mate, I called her ma'am

She's like a dream

Salted caramel ice cream

Oh, good, she's coming

Don't look up

I've got to do this

I've got to do it

I, I, I, I, I've got to do it, I, I, I, I, I, I

I, I, I, I, I've got to do it, I, I, I, I, I, I

I, I, I, I, I've got to do it, I, I, I, I, I, I