Welcome, dear listener, are you comfortable?
Put your feet up, close your eyes, let your senses dull
Floating like a beach ball, wearing cordless phones
Let the tide take you, groove to the mellow tones, groovy
Who switched the intro? ah, but I digress
Do you ever get that feeling your "not so fresh?"
Do you hang out nights at the launderette?
Dreaming of the cure for stubborn stains?
Wanna climb into the big machine?
Wonder how it feels getting really clean?
Chorus:
I know you know more than what you're coming clean for
God is skin on mohair
Just admit you itch there
Shift to the left, shift to the right, fidget,
Lock knees, cough, cough, fidget,
Don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat
Are we feeling comfortable yet?
Ever sweat bullets at the sight of blood?
Ever drag a half-ton cross through spit and mud?
Wouldn't want to plan too far ahead
Wouldn't want to dwell on what's beyond
Pondering death is a dirty biz
Makes you wonder when your appointment is
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