Everyday the Earth spins round
Magnetic forces hit the ground
At speeds so fast I can't explain
They're much too big for my small brain
It seems a bit sensational
That forces gravitational
Can push and pull us, But I dread
That where it all comes to a head is
My Laundromat
Where cosmic forces meet it's
My Laundromat
The second row, the forth machine
Has never much my favourite been
I wonder why it never breaks
The way it shakes, the noise it makes
And there's dryer number five
That almost seems to be alive
It hypnotised me with its power
I woke up after half-an-hour in
My Laundromat
Weird things happen down at
My Laundromat
An ugly spell, A chilling breeze
I start to sense a slight unease
I feel a small electric shock
It always leaves me one odd sock
My Laundromat
It's hard to find a place to get change at
My Laundromat
The lint catcher seems to catch my thoughts as well as its lint at
My Laundromat
I put my money in, I knelt down, I fell over
My Laundromat
You're allowed to dry without washing at
My Laundromat
Laundry powder? More like magic powder!
My Laundromat...