Текст песни Xtc - Washaway
Xtc - Washaway слова песни
Mothers in the kitchen steaming up the window panesSmell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drainBut no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stainWashaway washaway washeretteWashaway washaway every dirty stain you getStreets lay desertedNo one feels exertedSat on their couchesWith loose change in their pouchesThey couldnt spend it if they triedIn comes mr softeeDressed up like and ice cream coneRinging for his supperHeading for a stately homeBut a thousand yorkshire puddingsCouldnt make his business boomSee how they wanderTo kill time in droves they squanderMoney in centresThat feed on the mind, oh botherIt just gets you downWashaway washaway washeretteBusiness as usual at the uptown launderetteWashaway washaway the dirtWash itWashaway the dirt