I work in the laundromat The one that Suzzy Roche Does hers at I hate her guts She thinks I want her autograph She's got stinky crusty socks She's got underwear that shocks O what a pig, she's such a pig I'd like to stick a turd in her mailbox Some people really have a lot of nerve Everywhere they go they think they Should get served Everybody in the laundromat is equal Suzzy Roche She hands me a ten dollar bill Asks so sweetly if I will Give her some change I'd like to bang her head Against a windowsill She says the machine is broke The way she loaded that thing is a joke Broken machine, another broken machine Now I'd really like to cut her throat Some people. . . She decides that she's got to get out of there Other people waiting but she don't care Cycle is through, her cycle is through I took out her clothes and threw them everywhere Boy was she mad when she got back I said listen honey don't give me no flack Pick up your clothes, pick up your clothes And when she did I stuck a knife right through her back Some people. . .