Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain
But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain
Washaway washaway washerette
Washaway washaway every dirty stain you get
Streets lay deserted
No one feels exerted
Sat on their couches
With loose change in their pouches
They couldn't spend it if they tried
In comes Mr Softee
Dressed up like and ice cream cone
Ringing for his supper
Heading for a stately home
But a thousand Yorkshire puddings
Couldn't make his business boom
See how they wander
To kill time in droves they squander
Money in centres
That feed on the mind, oh bother
It just gets you down
Washaway washaway washerette
Business as usual at the uptown launderette
Washaway washaway the dirt
Wash it
Washaway the dirt
Mother's in the kitchen steaming up the window panes Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain Washaway washaway washerette Washaway washaway every dirty stain you get Streets lay deserted No one feels exerted Sat on their couches With loose change in their pouches They couldn't spend it if they tried In comes Mr Softee Dressed up like and ice cream cone Ringing for his supper Heading for a stately home But a thousand Yorkshire puddings Couldn't make his business boom See how they wander To kill time in droves they squander Money in centres That feed on the mind, oh bother It just gets you down Washaway washaway washerette Business as usual at the uptown launderette Washaway washaway the dirt Wash it Washaway the dirt Explain Request ×
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