uh huh uh huh hmmmm mmmmm mm
Well bless my soul whats wrong with these
Im scrubbing like crazy at your dirty undies
I dipped 'em in the bleach
an I rubbed 'em with the soap
but it look to me
like I ain't got no hope
uh huh uh huh hmmmmm hmmmm mm
I am all scrubbed up
wooh oohh oooooooh whoo whooo ooooo o
Now I popped them in the machine
added in some Preen
but they still not the whitest undies I have seen
those marks at the back
musta come from your crack
wooh oohh oooooooh whoo whooo ooooo o
I am all scrubbed up .
uh huh uh huh hmmmmm hmmmm mm
Ladies and Gentleman ELVIS has left the Laundromat
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