Here at the laundromat it’s an interesting place
I see people of every color and every race
The washing machine goes round and round
Like a lost soul looking to be found
People pulling and folding in utter haste
Not enjoying their day seems such a waste
I remember days that were rapid paced
Some were the toughest I ever faced
Now I’m retired and try to take things with ease
No more bosses or managers to please
Just me and Joyce going through our day
No schedule, no work, just drink beer and play
No more state of confusion
No more grandiose illusion
No more on my way
To another trying day
Hip, hip, hooray!
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