The wash is out 
It's hanging up 
And all I have 
Is nothing 
Nothing to do 
Nothing to say 
I think I must be dreaming 
The [bad word] up and I'm all washed out 
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about 
I don't think I will ever return again my friend 
If I was king 
I'd wear a ring 
And never hurt my people 
I'd stay alert 
And dress to kill 
I might even slip you something 
The [bad word] up and I'm all washed out 
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about 
I don't think I will ever return again my friend 
The [bad word] up and I'm all washed out 
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about 
I don't think I will ever return again my friend