Letras
Caroline, look at Mr. Gellman's shirt
He must've left a quarter in the front breast pocket
You must've ironed over it, look
It's the head of the father of our country
Mr. George Washington
Seared into the fabric
Like the face of Jesus on the shroud of Turin
So I guess Mr. Gellman has to learn the rule
He loses any change he leaves
And you can keep it
Just like Noah's, you can keep it
Just like Noah's
Don't want it
Ain't some rag pick
Ain't some jackdaw
I don't want your husband's money (Of course you're not)
I got a load of laundry left (It's not your fault, about the laundry)
So excuse me, Mrs. Gellman
From now on I'll check every pocket
Put the money in the bleach cup
His and Noah's
Yours as well
Oh, I never leave my money in my pocket
My father would have whooped me
Smacked me
If I find money now
I put it in the bleach cup
You people do whatever you want with it
Take the damn money, Mrs. Gellman
And stop bothering me with it!
You need anything else?
You need anything, anything, anything else?
Now wait a second
I got to iron now
Iron now, iron now
We cramped in here and there's no air
So please get out
So my arm can swing
With this hot iron and not hit nobody