I work in the laundromat
The one that Suzzy Roche
Does hers at
I hate her guts
She thinks I want her autograph
She's got stinky crusty socks
She's got underwear that shocks
O what a pig, she's such a pig
I'd like to stick a turd in her mailbox
Some people really have a lot of nerve
Everywhere they go they think they
Should get served
Everybody in the laundromat is equal
Suzzy Roche
She hands me a ten dollar bill
Asks so sweetly if I will
Give her some change
I'd like to bang her head
Against a windowsill
She says the machine is broke
The way she loaded that thing is a joke
Broken machine, another broken machine
Now I'd really like to cut her throat
Some people
She decides that she's got to get out of there
Other people waiting but she don't care
Cycle is through, her cycle is through
I took out her clothes and threw them everywhere
Boy was she mad when she got back
I said listen honey don't give me no flack
Pick up your clothes, pick up your clothes
And when she did I stuck a knife right through her back
Some people