There is a laundromat on a cloud.
I like to go there in my dreams.
Washers there don't shake, rock, aren't loud.
Not in my laundromat on a cloud.
There is a place socks don't get lost.
There is a place where nothing fades.
Shrinking and staining aren't allowed.
Not in my Laundromat on a cloud.
There is no static, lint or dust,
You can get out blood, grease and rust
The rags don't sour and the towels smell clean,
and there's, never, a need for ironing!
I dream of whites that are bright white.
I dream of bath towels that smell fresh.
I dream the clothes all fold themselves,
Up in my laundromat on a cloud.