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