[Verse 1] Down in the pipes where the reruns flow In a bowl-side borough only plumbers know Lives Toddlee Jay in a porcelain crown Flush-side hero of Lye Kingdom town (hey!) Rides his bike made of brown and chrome Pedals through the bubbles Calls it home Waves at the rats on the sewer-side lane Got a heart like a sun in a hurricane [Chorus] Toddlee Jay of Lye Kingdom Tiny throne in a tiled old room Got a crush on a girl from the upper world Writing love in a bathroom bloom Toddlee Jay of Lye Kingdom Spelling dreams on a paper heart “Dear Becky Don’t scream I’m nicer than I seem” Signed with hope from the drain in the dark (oh yeah) [Verse 2] He sees her shoes in the hallway light Pink backpack Hair tied tight Hides in the swirl when she brushes her teeth Practicing lines in the steam and the heat He folds notes small like a secret wish Leaves them taped by the soap and dish “Your laugh makes my whole town shake” “From a boy who the water can’t take” [Chorus] Toddlee Jay of Lye Kingdom Tiny throne in a tiled old room Got a crush on a girl from the upper world Writing love in a bathroom bloom Toddlee Jay of Lye Kingdom Spelling dreams on a paper heart “Dear Becky Don’t cry I’m your weird little guy” Signed with hope from the drain in the dark (woah) [Bridge] One day Becky reads each line Whispers “Who’s this valentine?” Looks down deep Hears a nervous voice “Hi It’s me… I just had to try” She laughs so hard that the mirror shakes Says “You’re gross But you’ve got good taste” Keeps his notes in a zip-topped bag Calls him “my odd little underworld pal” (hey!) [Chorus] Toddlee Jay of Lye Kingdom Tiny throne in a tiled old room Got a crush on a girl from the upper world Writing love in a bathroom bloom Toddlee Jay of Lye Kingdom Spelling dreams on a paper heart “Dear Becky I’ll stay From your friend Toddlee Jay” Signed with love from the drain in the dark

Playful pop-punk with cartoonish sound design, male vocals. Springy bass and crunchy guitars drive the verses; choruses explode with gang shouts and buzzy synth accents. Tight drums, clappy snares, and silly foley hits (swooshes, plops, squeaks) for humor. Hooky, chantable chorus with stacked harmonies and a brief dreamy middle-8 that leans into the sweet crush before snapping back into high-energy mayhem.