I Work Every Day, At A Dry Cleaning Store. Pressin' Pants And Sortin Clothes, And A Whole Lot More. Dresses, Pants, And Blouses, Skirts And Worn-out Jeans. Sweaters Coats And Shirts In Starch, They All Come Clean.
But I Really Hate To Do My Laundry. I Hate That Dirty Nasty Laundry.
I Never Had No Good Luck If You Know What I Mean. With A Rinsin' Saokin'spinnin' Heavy Loaded Machine. Soap And Bleach, Hot Water Fabric Softener Too. Eats Rings Around You Coller, Make Your Clothes Look Like New.
But I Really Hate To Do My Laundry. I Hate That Dirty Nasty Laundry. I Hate That Dirt Nasty Laundry, Yes I Do.(instl Brk)
She Threw Me In The Dryer With A Female Touch. Then Took Me To The Cleaners Cause I Wouldn't Do Much. She Said I'll Launder All Your Money For A Weddin' Ring. Now All I Got Is Dirty Clothes And A Case Of Static Cling.
But I Really Hate To Do My Laundry. I Hate That Dirty Nasty Laundry.
Finally After All These Years I Made A Stand. Now I Wash And Rinse And Soak And Do My Clothes By Hand. Then I Take A Rope And Hang Her On The Line To Dry. And Even Though Her Screams Are Loud They Still Can Hear Me Cry.
I Really Hate To Do My Laundry. I Hate That Dirty Nasty Laundry, Yes I Do.(instl Break) End.