Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Laundry, Laundry

Laundry, laundry, so good to me,
Laundry, laundry, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh laundry morning, laundry morning couldn't guarantee
That laundry evening you would still be here with me.
 Laundry, laundry, can't trust that day,
Laundry, laundry, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh laundry morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh laundry, laundry, how you could leave and not take me.
 Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever laundry comes, but whenever laundry comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time
 Laundry laundry . . . . .


  1. Oh, how I feel you. My dryer has been broken for a couple of months now and I feel like I live and breathe the stuff. Now I can sing about it, though, so that's good.

  2. Sadly, there were still five loads to do in my laundry room but I made the executive decision to not photograph my dirty clothes.