Текст песни: Washerwoman + перевод

It feels like it’s a Monday every day

This steam is going to melt my life away

Scrub, scrub, that’s all I do

I sometimes wonder what I’m coming to

There ain’t no cure for the washday blues

The clothes go out, those clothes keep coming in

Carbolic’s going to get beneath my skin

Scrub, scrub, that’s all I do

I sometimes wonder what I’m coming to

There ain’t no cure for the washday blues

Bedsheets hanging on the line

A sailing ship to take me home

But I know I’ll be here forever now

So long ago, so long ago

My brow will sweat, the mangle’s gonna turn

On thirty-third and third that’s where I’ll earn

And it’s scrub, scrub, that’s all I do

I sometimes wonder what I’m coming to

There ain’t no cure for the washday blues

Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub

Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub

I’m up to me oxters in a Belfast sink

(Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub)

I traded all my looks for smokes and drink

(Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub)

Ans it’s scrub, scrub, that’s all I do

Oh bloody hell what have I to

There ain’t no cure for the washday blues

Bedsheets hanging on the line

A sailing ship to take me home

But I know I’ll be here forever now

So long ago, so long ago

No, there ain’t no cure for the washday blues

Those washday blues

Ain’t no cure for the washday blues

There ain’t no cure for the washday blues

Those washday blues

Those washday blues

Those washday blues

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