It's toothbrush time
Ten a.m. again and toothbrush time
Last night at half past nine it seemed okay
But in the light of day not so fine at toothbrush time
Now he's crashing round my bathroom
Now he's reading my degree
Perusing all my pills
Reviewing all my ills
And he comes out smelling like me
Now he advances on my kitchen
Now he raids every shelf
Till from the pots and pans and puddles and debris
Emerges three eggs all for himself
Oh, how I'd be ahead if I'd stood out of bed
I wouldn't sit here grieving
Waiting for the wonderful moment of his leaving
At toothbrush time, toothbrush time
Ten a.m. again and toothbrush time
I know it's sad to be alone
It's so bad to be alone
Still I should've known
That I'd be glad to be alone
I should've known, I should've known
Never should have picked up the phone and called him
"Hey, uh, listen, um
Oh, you gotta go too?
So glad you understand
And ..."
By the way, did you say
Nine tonight again?
See you then
Toothbrush time