It All Comes Out in The Laundry

The cumulative, cavalcade of craziness 

All the ink stains, dirt and grime

While we're out there earning our dime

Thankfully it all comes out in the laundry

The tremendous, tumultuous tornado

Of things we accomplish in every given day

And things we accomplish every given week

Thankfully it all comes out in the laundry

It is finite, finish to a phenomenal week

With a fresh shirt, boxers and socks

Followed by a pair of our tannest Docks

Thankfully it all comes out in the laundry

Quite the way to prepare for what awaits

Our a night on the town with your mates

All pressed, prim and proper because

Thankfully it all comes out in the laundry

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