bath time

Rub a dub dub three men in a tub.

One is a boy and one is a bub.

Where are they going, they are going to sea,

to count the fish and sing merrily.

Oh, Oh, Mary Lee, Mary Lee.

Oh, Oh, Mary Lee.

When they get there the fish will sing,

the turtles fly and they'll know everything.

That's how it goes at les temps de bains.

There's a lot of purple but there is no pain.

Oh, Oh, there's no pain, there's no pain

Oh, Oh, there's no pain.

Yes, it's all stuff and nonsense but it passes the time.

And having fun in the tub well that's no crime.

Now the fish are counted lets play in the foam.

Down the plughole and it's time to go home.

Oh, Oh, time to go home, time to go home.

Oh, Oh, time to go home.