The Laundry

There's just one job in my household
 That never ever gets done
 Not even if I start at first light of day
 Until the setting of the sun
 I wash and scrub and iron and fold
 My life away
 There's a monster that lives in my back room
 And never ever goes away. It's.
 The laundry, the laundry, I'm slowly going insane
 If I see another piece of laundry
 I'm gonna stuff it down the drain
 It has sixteen arms and sixteen legs
 And eight pairs of socks that don't match
 It eats all the buttons and the underwear
 And every carefully sewed-on patch
 And if I dare to overload it protests with BURPS and GROWLS
 And then in the quiet of the middle of the night
 It grows green slime upon my towels
 The laundry, the laundry, I'm doing it in my dreams
 If I see another load of laundry
 I know I'm gonna scream!
 But last night I thought of a wonderful way
 To dispel all my fears
 Put half of the laundry in the freezer
 It keeps for 100 years
 Then send all your children out to play
 To put holes in their knees and socks
 Then the rest of the luandry just disappears
 Into the mending box
 The laundry, the laundry, something must be wrong
 'Cause I'm so busy doing laundry
 I can't find time to write a song
 The laundry, the laundry, I'm slowly going insane
 If I see another load of laundry
 I'm gonna stuff it down the drain!