Artist: The Dead Milkmen
Song: laundromat song
One, two, one, two
One, two, three, four
Soap and quarters and bleach and laundry
Are words I use at the laundromat
Reading the news, and watching the people
That's what I do at the laundromat
At the laundromat my heart grows fat
Ah, ah
My clothes get dry, I stop and sigh
Ah, ah
Dreaming, screaming
There's a girl washing her clothes
I'm in love but nobody knows
She looks sixteen or seventeen
My mind grows dirty when my clothes get clean
She's so young and tall
Ah, ah
I'm gonna give her my all, or borax
Ah, ah
Dreaming, screaming
I'm not a subtle guy
I'll go to her and sigh
If I don't see you again my love
I'll most surely die
Dreaming, screaming
Clothes go round and round
And my heart goes up and down
She's drying her jeans
In separate machines
She's loading up her granny cart
Ah, ah
Goin out the door; it's breaking my heart
Ah, ah
Dreaming, screaming
