In the next wave, you said to me
We’ll be born as tomatoes, free
You softly whispered, secret recipe
Ketchup on the Sun, Tomma Nova Love

Tangled up in a Monday morning
When the pajamas smell like crayons
Rollin’ in a dream, you gently call my name
Mr. Pickleton, Saturday of jam

Roll around the kitchen floor
Socks are sliding more and more
Roll around the kitchen floor
Socks are sliding more and more

Slippin' on the floor, Tomma Nova Love

In the next wave, you said to me
We’ll be born as tomatoes, free
You softly whispered, secret recipe
Ketchup on the Sun, Tomma Nova Love

Ah

All I need is one more socks
To finish Ketchup waltz

In the next wave, you said to me
We’ll be born as tomatoes, free
You softly whispered, secret recipe
Slippin' on the floor, Tomma Nova Love?