As I look back on my laundry,
I see much dirtier days,
Arise, arise,
And join with me and sing...
Much ado,
For one or two,
Who looked at us,
Come on, come on, come on,
Beat the drum,
Beat thdrum,
Sing along,
Belong, belong, belong,
Sunday night,
Sunday night,
And someone says,
You're on, you're on, you're on, you're on, you're on, you're on
And as the body count gets higher,
Still we sing the same song,
And though it's being picked up by no one,
You can't tell me there's something wrong.
Selective eyes are looking bacward,
To a time that never was,
When everybody loved each other,
And all the women all wore bras.
Women all wore bras.
As I look back on your lingerie,
I see much dirtier days,
Arise, arise,
And join with me and sing...
Much ado,
For one or two,
Who looked at us,
Come on, come on, come on,
Beat the drum,
Beat thdrum,
Sing along,
Belong, belong, belong,
Sunday night,
Sunday night,
And someone says,
You're on, you're on, you're on, you're on, you're on, you're on
And as the body count gets higher,
Still we sing the same song,
And though it's being picked up by no one,
You can't tell me there's something wrong.
Selective eyes are looking bacward,
To a time that never was,
When everybody loved each other,
And all the women all wore bras.
Women all wore bras.
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