( Michael Hurley )

You wash them clothes

Swee dee dee

And hang em on the line

I can see by the way

You wash them clothes

Your cookin' must be fine

I'm with you in the morning

'Til the break of day

And I know everybody

Has a little hard luck

Sometimes

And I know lately

I've been havin' mine

We used to live

In a fleabag apartment

You know the kind

And he come home and he'd say to me

'We gotta leave, leave, leave the city'

You wash them clothes

Swee dee dee

And hang 'em on the line

I can see by the way you wash them clothes

Your cookin' must be fine

I'm with you in the morning

Unil the break of day

I know everybody

Has a little hard luck

Sometimes

I know lately

I've been havin' mine.