Soap and quarters and bleach and laundry
Are the 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
As 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 while her clothes get clean

She's so young and tall
Ah Ah
I'd like to 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 must surely die."

Dreaming
Screaming

Her 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