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
   Unil the break of day
   I know everybody
   Has a little hard luck
   Sometimes
   I know lately
   I've been havin' mine.