Scrub Scrub

First, you pick up the apparel and you stick it in the barrel

Scrub, scrub

Then you take it to the mangle and you turn the giant handle

Scrub, scrub

Then it's hung up really high until it's nearly dry

Scrub, scrub

But when we sing this song, the day don't seem so long

Scrub, scrub

It's still long, though

Gotta press out all the creases from the dresses and chimneyses

Rub, rub

Gotta fold 'em like they told us or they'll scold us and withhold our

Grub, grub

We all signed the dotted line so we've gotta do our time

Scrub, scrub (scrub, scrub)

And if you don't agree, see Clause 5

Section 7A, Paragraph 22

Part D, which says

Scrub, scrub

Scrub, scrub

Scrub, scrub

Scrub, scrub