Laundry Day
(Ghosty)

Well I wake up in the morning
About a quarter to ten
And it's laundry day
Imma do my laundry, man

I'm sippin mocha
trip on over to the laundromat
But then my pulse stops
Like the bomb just dropped

What do I see?
A girl
Big blue eyes
Beautiful down to her
Black thigh highs

And I'm feeling freaky
So just for the hell of it
I ask her
"Do you mix the roughs in with the delicates?"

She says

Lily Fawn:

"I like to mix it up
I slip the black knickers in with the furry cuffs
Spin cycle all the things back into the basket"

"Wow, you're fucked up,
But somewhat
I find it attractive"

Now I always say the wrong thing
At just the wrong time
So I ask her
"Could you help me format my hard drive?"

But who would of guessed
The bitch said yes!
But before we go
Could you tell me something I just don't get?

Why does freaky be funky be sexy?
And why does sexy be funky be freaky?


Said I
Show up to her house about a quarter to 8
Got a pocket full of party favours
Cause we'll be up late

We're strokin and stripping and making out
All the way on up to her room
Now quiet on the set
While I set the mood

Lit so many candles
It was like London 1666
Her pussy cat is watchin while we pour the whisky mix

Hit the lights, draw the drapes
Press record on the camera
Holy fuck
Her toybox is like a torture chamber

On the floor her tank top
And the black thigh highs
It took a half a fucking hour
To get the things untied

I got my top hat, not certain what that's for
But suddenly we hear a knock at the door

It's like
"Hey sis, I need to borrow your car"
Hey yo, you like it where I'm going with the story so far?

So she invited her in
Lovely!
The night can begin

Oh good lord let the laundry spin

Why does freaky be funky be sexy?
Because sexy be funky be freaky

Well why does sexy be funky be freaky?
Because freaky be funky be sexy

Wow.

Oh god damn
Good lord
I confess
Freaky baby she ain't faking man
We're making a mess

The pussy cat knocking over the candles
And Whoa!

"No, I don't know
how the whisky bottle
ended up in your asshole"

"But Jesus Christ,
This bed is on fire"

"I know"

"No, I mean for really fucking real
The fucking bed is on fire, yo!"

"Who cares, don't stop
We're going all the way"

Goddammit
I love laundry
I love laundry day

I'm thinking every day
Could be laundry day