Soap and quarters and bleach and laundry Are words I use at the laundromat Reading the news, and watching the people That's what I do at the laundromat At the laundromat my heart grows fat Ah Ah As my clothes get dry I stop and sigh Ah Ah Dreaming, screaming There's a girl washing her clothes I'm in love but nobody knows She looks sixteen or seventeen My mind grows dirty while my clothes get clean She's so young and tall Ah Ah I'm gonna give her my All (Or Borax) Ah Ah Dreaming, screaming I'm not a subtle guy I'll go to her and sigh "If I don't see you again my love I must surely die." Dreaming, screaming My clothes go round and round And my heart goes up and down She's drying her jeans In separate machines She's loading up her granny cart Ah Ah Going out the door; it's breaking my heart Ah Ah Dreaming, screaming