Laundry hangs by a wire

in our yard but I've no desire

to go and pick it off one shoulder at time

But I must, how it calls me

Broomed out the rugs in the hallway

Another day again, not a moment goes by

But I've left my head in your jacket

Could you check there, I think you must have it

Because I have no,

no desire to leave...

The TV must be the devil

You see me staring, I'm able

to fetch next great silver bus out of town

But I've left my head in your jacket

Could you check there, I think you must have it

Because I have no,

no desire to leave...

To leave, No...

Well I've chopped the wood for the fire

and I should be, but I do not tire

The kindling sparks and up the fire goes

And I've left my head in your jacket

Could you check there, I think you must have it

Because I have no,

no desire to leave...

Leave....

Leave....

Leave....