Washaway Lyrics - The Big Express - Xtc

Mother's in the kitchen steaming up the window panes 

Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain 

But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain 

Washaway washaway washerette 

Washaway washaway every dirty stain you get 

Streets lay deserted 

No one feels exerted 

Sat on their couches 

With loose change in their pouches 

They couldn't spend it if they tried 

In comes Mr Softee 

Dressed up like an ice cream cone 

Ringing for his supper 

Heading for a stately home 

But a thousand Yorkshire puddings 

Couldn't make his business boom 

See how they wander 

To kill time in droves they squander 

Money in centres 

That feed on the mind, oh bother 

It just gets you down 

Washaway washaway washerette 

Business as usual at the uptown launderette 

Washaway washaway the dirt 

Wash it 

Washaway the dirt