Everyday the Earth spins round Magnetic forces hit the ground At speeds so fast I can't explain They're much too big for my small brain It seems a bit sensational That forces gravitational Can push and pull us, But I dread That where it all comes to a head is My Laundromat Where cosmic forces meet it's My Laundromat The second row, the forth machine Has never much my favourite been I wonder why it never breaks The way it shakes, the noise it makes And there's dryer number five That almost seems to be alive It hypnotised me with its power I woke up after half-an-hour in My Laundromat Weird things happen down at My Laundromat An ugly spell, A chilling breeze I start to sense a slight unease I feel a small electric shock It always leaves me one odd sock My Laundromat It's hard to find a place to get change at My Laundromat The lint catcher seems to catch my thoughts as well as its lint at My Laundromat I put my money in, I knelt down, I fell over My Laundromat You're allowed to dry without washing at My Laundromat Laundry powder? More like magic powder! My Laundromat...