I find myself at the laundromat Working out my thighs and lats I put 2 quarters in the slot It makes a sound like a robot
I open the door and I am posed With a question asking, where are my clothes? I don't wanna look stupid so I improvise So I start chatting it up with a couple of guys
I say Laundry for hire, laundry for hire I'm looking for just the right buyer Come on in, into my dryer Laundry for hire, laundry for hire
One fine chap quickly agrees Though I see him shaking at the knees I ask him kindly to take out his keys Don't worry kiddo this will be easy
He squeezes in, packed so tightly I close the door feeling high and mighty The machine rolls round and round The door opens, and he falls to the ground
I feast on his entrails, meaty and sweet Taking in the smell of his feet I end my meal and am satisfied Though I do wish he was deep fried
I feel a hunger still raging on I still wish for it to be gone
So I say, Laundry for hire, Laundry for hire I'm looking for just the right buyer Come on in into my dryer Laundry for hire laundry for hire