<Spoken>: I don't get it man, why not just drop your laundry off ...
<Begin verse>
The ladies at the laundry can get my clothes clean.
Them ladies work hard. Each one's a machine.
But there's something at the place,
Puts a smile on my face ...
Gonna hafta explain.
Daddies be at the laundromat.
None
Too lean
And none
Too fat.
Recently divorced or maybe wives liberated,
Each one comes to mind while I've masterba<skratch>.
Daddies be at the laundromat.
Clothes
Need clean
And that
Is that.
From machine to machine they drop their load.
Wash, rinse, spin dry and fold.
Some of them, totally clueless;
My respect goes to their trueness.
Whites, colors and permanent press.
Men can do laundry and not wear a dress.
<Break>
<Guest vocal>:
But what's this I hear about your craigslist ad?
You ask me that shit's crazy, kinda sad.
It's cool your launnymat gots wireless installed,
But having a bear window open you gonna get mauled.
That ad, you know it's a joke;
Consider myself a humorous bloke.
Do wack things
When I smoke.
Truth is somethin' 'bout doing my clothes.
Meditational. It gives me peace y'all.
But this is a rap;
not a goddam confessional.
<End break>
Daddies be at the laundromat.
Sleeveless
Shirts and
New York
Mets hats.
They're finishing up and starting to fold;
Uncomfortable eyecontact never gets old.
Daddies be at the laundromat.
Clothes
Need clean
And that
Is that.
Daddies be at the laundromat.
Daddies be at the laundromat.
Holla.
