Talking Laundromat Lyrics

Well I got out of work, I was feeling low, and I had no other place to go

So I sorted the clothes, put on my hat, and I headed down to the Laundromat

Feeling strange. Pockets full of change. Sniffing that ALL

Now Laundromats are beautiful places if you want to meet folks with frowns on their Faces

It's paradise for the down and depressed and it makes you feel like you feel the best

Everyone else, standing around, watching the spin cycle, measuring the size of their Pockets with their hands

Well I put my clothes in the washing machine and all the housewives faces turned green

I guess I was one of those peculiar sights, mixing my coloreds in with my whites

Integration in a strange situation. Pretty soon I'll be busing those clothes

Well I could feel the tension build higher and higher as I went to put my clothes in the Dryer

The housewives were suddenly stranded with fear, cause I only do wash about twice a Year

Used up nineteen dryers. Never could understand why there are twice as many Washers as dryers. A lot of people walking around in wet clothes I guess

When the clothes got dry I was feeling bold and I decided for a change that I'd fold

And it put a frown on a housewife's face when she saw me fold everything in the wrong Place

"Creative creasing." I told her. Besides I usually iron 'em before I wear 'em

Well I got the clothes back to my room and I brushed 'em in the corner with a kitchen Broom

With a path to my refrigerator clear, I sat down to have a beer

"To hell with all this." I thought, If it didn't get so damn cold, I'd go naked