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