Lyrics:

The wash is out, it's hanging up
And all I had is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
The sun comes up, and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
And I don't think I will ever return again, my friend
If I were king, I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert, and just to kill
I might even slip you something
The sun comes up, and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
And I don't think I will ever return again, my friend

The sun comes up, and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
And I don't think I will ever return again, my friend
I do not think I will ever return again, my friend
I do not think I will ever return again, my friend
Did I leave out a verse?
No, no
Oh, that's alright
Whoops
Okay, go again