The Laundry Song

Washing me away Till there's nothing more Nothing but a name Nothing left to love Washing me away Till there's nothing left But my Patti tee And my tiger pants Lissy, rest in peace What would she advise Stuck on my settee Waiting round to die You were never loved Half as much as planned Papa took one look At your face and ran Least that's what You would say When you'd blame your baby face For his part In every scar you wore Sing the laundry song When the laundry's done I'll be fresh and clean Worthy of your love Sing the laundry song Empty the machine Leave me hanging up Up the balcony Wish I was on top Glastonbury Tor Summer solstice gone Tickets gone for sure Playing on your ukulele alone Hanging on to you Never letting go So your string's Out of tune Think I just found Gsus2 All the chords Couldn't prove my love All the chords Couldn't prove my love Every day the same Shepherds pie and sprouts Soft enough to keep Your teeth in your mouth Up on Primrose Hill We ate late and loud Foolish lovers must Eat shiitake now