(Spoken:
This number’s bein' especially played
And dedicated to all of the women
From all of the men)
You see you women have a good thing goin'
But we hip to ya now
You take two or three pieces
And go down to the laundromat
An' take ya eight hours to wash 'em
No good!
We gonna buy ya washers and dryers
And we’re gonna put ya at home in the basement
And we gonna kick the door down that goes to the basement
While we can hear the washer when it stop
And baby, baby, baby, when that washer stop
You better be though
Or you better have a darn good explanation!
Don’t you go get whupped all on the toenails
We’re gonna raise your eye lashes and whup ya some
And if ya run fast enough
We’re gonna whup ya on the bottom of the feet
Ain’t that right men?
Speak up for yourself! (yeah, yeah)
There will be no more goin' to the laundromat
Puttin' your clothes in there
And gettin' your girlfriend keep her eye on it While you step out the back door
You better take my advise
You might need it on your vacation this summer
I’d hate to see ya come up with a leg screwed off
Or a eye punched out
Yeah!
Whoa! yeah, yeah!
I know you don’t know it babe (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But things look bad for you
Hey, I know you don’t know it babe
But I’m gonna keep a close eye on you
Well, ev’ry time you go to the laundromat, baby
I want you to know, I want you to know
That I’ll be there too!
This makes 99 problems seem like a nursery rhyme. One of my biggest regrets is that i missed seeing him in Memphis by one month in "93. Got there and heard he had passed...this song got me through some shit back in the day. So politically incorrect , but...RIP big AL
The man who every guitar player spends thier whole life trying to copy his idiosyncrasies and yet never quite get there. He set the benchmark for feel and for a tight back beat.