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Washaway by XTC
Lyrics & Translation
English
Mother's in the kitchen steaming up the window panes
Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain
But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain
Washaway washaway washerette
Washaway washaway every dirty stain you get
Streets lay deserted
No one feels exerted
Sat on their couches
With loose change in their pouches
They couldn't spend it if they tried
In comes Mr Softee
Dressed up like and ice cream cone
Ringing for his supper
Heading for a stately home
But a thousand Yorkshire puddings
Couldn't make his business boom
See how they wander
To kill time in droves they squander
Money in centres
That feed on the mind, oh bother
It just gets you down
Washaway washaway washerette
Business as usual at the uptown launderette
Washaway washaway the dirt
Wash it
Washaway the dirt
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Washaway by XTC
Washaway* (original XTC)
Mother's in the kitchen steaming up the window panes
Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain
But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain
Washaway washaway washerette
Washaway washaway every dirty stain you get
Streets lay deserted
No one feels exerted
Sat on their couches
With loose change in their pouches
They couldn't spend it if they tried
In comes Mr Softee
Dressed up like and ice cream cone
Ringing for his supper
Heading for a stately home
But a thousand Yorkshire puddings
Couldn't make his business boom
See how they wander
To kill time in droves they squander
Money in centres
That feed on the mind, oh bother
It just gets you down
Washaway washaway washerette
Business as usual at the uptown launderette
Washaway washaway the dirt
Wash it
Washaway the dirt
Washaway (traducción LyricVerse Team)
La madre está en la cocina empañando los cristales
El olor a col hirviendo sube de un desagüe abierto
Pero ninguna cantidad de fregar podría quitar una mancha de salsa
Lávate lávate lavandería
Lávate lávate cada mancha sucia que tengas
Las calles yacen desiertas
Nadie se siente agotado
Sentados en sus sofás
Con cambio suelto en sus bolsillos
No podrían gastarlo si lo intentaran
Entra el Señor Softee
Vestido como un cono de helado
Tocando para su cena
Dirigiéndose a una casa señorial
Pero mil pudines de Yorkshire
No podrían hacer que su negocio prosperara
Mira cómo deambulan
Para matar el tiempo en masa lo derrochan
Dinero en centros
Que se alimentan de la mente, oh qué fastidio
Simplemente te deprime
Lávate lávate lavandería
Todo como siempre en la lavandería del centro
Lávate lávate la suciedad
Lávalo
Lávate la suciedad
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