Thought that I, was doing good
I made her laugh, a little woodenly
She said, 'You strike me, as somebody
Whose four loads behind in the washing, need a little wifey'

Well, I went home, to draw the line
To cut to the chase counted it up
Well, she was right

One in the twin tub, two in the basket
One on the floor still waiting to be asked in

I met her again, her laugh no less wooden
She varnished on a smile
Like something bad had just happened
In fact it had, I found out much later

Now she was listening, if not just slightly listing
I told her she was right, twin tub and basket
Two on the floor just waiting to be asked in

But I'd been busy, worked out on a mangle
To my surprise she said, 'You, I could handle'

Things sometimes work out
It all comes out in the wash
But if it don't then there's no harm done
But if it don't then there's no harm done