You wash them clothes
Swee dee dee
And hang em on the line
I can see by the way
You wash them clothes
Your cookin´ must be fine
I´m with you in the morning
´Til the break of day
And I know everybody
Has a little hard luck
Sometimes
And I know lately
I´ve been havin´ mine
We used to live
In a fleabag apartment
You know the kind
And he come home and he´d say to me
We gotta leave, leave, leave the city
You wash them clothes
Swee dee dee
And hang ´em on the line
I can see by the way you wash them clothes
Your cookin´ must be fine
I´m with you in the morning
Unill the break of day
I know everybody
Has a little hard luck
Sometimes
I know lately
I´ve been havin´ mine.