Constant Laund'ring
To the tune of k.d. lang's Constant Craving
Even through the darkest grays
Mom slaves, next of kin
Always someone's Frito-Lays
Here beneath his chin
And constant laund'ring has always been
Maybe a great magnet pulls
All clothes towards puke
Or maybe it is life itself
Smears grass stains on its youth
Constant laund'ring has always been
Laundering, ah, ha
Constant laund'ring has always been
Has always been
Constant laund'ring has always been
Constant laund'ring has always been
Laundering, ah, ha
Constant laund'ring has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
