You know you've been over listening to music when you start to think about new lyrics for a favorite song. Mumford & Sons "After the Storm" had me thinking ...

And after the party,

I clean and clean as the dishes come

And I scrub, I scrub-a-dub

On my feet and out of suds

I scrub-a-dub.

Celebrity chefs have pushed us gourmet

You must have aperitifs to be okay

But I won't cave, I won't cave

Yes this time, but not the next

I won't cave.

And I took all the glasses I had,

And we drank lots,

And remembered our own name,

Who we poured for.

And there will come a time, I’ve seen, when this kitchen will again be clean

And leftovers will not be condemned, but were foreseen

Get out the vacuum and see what you find under there,

With power to your crumb saber and a little hip fanfare.

And now I cling to this plastic wrap

I used to know how it worked

But oh no more

That’s why I wish,

That why I wish I’d gone with foil.

That’s why I wish.

And I could just wait.

For my children to wake up.

Oh this is good.

Because I pay the rent and they do not.

Well I’m scared of caked on food and seen their work.

Oh never mind.

Not this time.

But there will come a time, I’ve seen, when this kitchen will again be clean

And leftovers will not be condemned, but were foreseen

Get out the vacuum and see what you find under there,

With power to your crumb saber and a little hip fanfare.