Washaway by XTC Lyrics

Mother's in the kitchen, steaming up the windowpanes
Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain
But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain

[Chorus]
Washaway, 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, oh no

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
[Chorus]

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

[Chorus 2]
Washaway, washaway, washaway washerette
Business as usual at the uptown launderette

Washaway, washaway, washaway, washaway the dirt
Washaway, washaway, wash it, wash it, wash it
Wash it, wash it, wash it, washaway the dirt