Cook's Delight

Its 9 O'clock and the launderette is open
Its Sadie with her cola bottle legs
She ambles from her maisonette in Cross Oak
A basketful of clothes and a few pegs
She's washed them in her Burco in her kitchen
The whites look grey the colours look washed out
She's going to dry them in the auto dryers
They need a lot of 20p's, no doubt!
It costs about 6 quid to get it all done
And its a heavy load that hurts her heart
She sits and reads a paper from 3 weeks ago
Dog-eared,stained with ketchup,
did she fart?
Her smalls are being dried
Turning around inside
She pulls a grip out of her tousled hair
And sticks it in her ear
Whose waxing lyrical?
She seems to have found ecstasy oh!dear
Scraping ever deeper
It seems the darkly reaper
May come for her
one night via her poor ear