Mr. Gellman's Shirt

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