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Dishwasher Politics
For our wonderfully ordinary anniversary
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Why this song was made
Jo makes a song for her partner, whose dishwasher-loading rules have become household law. It celebrates twelve years of love, badly stacked bowls and very serious cutlery debates.
Read the lyrics
[Verse 1]
You drew a little diagram beside the kitchen sink,
With arrows for the teaspoons and a warning drawn in pink.
I put a bowl face upwards; you went quiet for a while,
Then called a family meeting with a very patient smile.
[Chorus]
Oh, dishwasher politics, baby, here we go,
You take the upper basket, I'll negotiate below.
We can disagree on every mug and where it's meant to be,
But you're the only person I want washing up with me.
[Verse 2]
You say the wooden chopping board should never take a ride,
I say the tiny plastic lid is happier inside.
Our guests have started asking if they need a written pass,
Before they risk the constitution by returning one clean glass.
[Bridge]
One day the machine broke down; we stood there side by side,
You washed and I dried badly, with absolutely zero pride.
You flicked a little water, I surrendered with a kiss,
Somehow every silly argument was making room for this.
[Chorus]
Oh, dishwasher politics, baby, here we go,
You take the upper basket, I'll negotiate below.
We can disagree on every mug and where it's meant to be,
But you're the only person I want washing up with me.