Back In the Laundromat

I'm gonna rope me a fatted calf
Yeah I'm gonna rope me a fatted calf
I found five dollars on the street

Bought myself a bite to eat

Paid the check, left the tip

Found I had a dollar left

Put four quarters in the 
Wurlitzer in the corner

And I pressed E-9, E-9, E-9

And put my hands on the box 

To hear it play ten times goin'

Jungle jungle jungle jungle boogie

Jungle jungle jungle jungle boogie

Jungle jungle jungle jungle boogie
Well they juggled my ass out

The fifth time it came up

Walking down the street

Still singing my ass off

Walkin' and a lookin' in the 

Windows that I'm passin'

Admiring my reflection and my bad ass

But as I pass that laundromat

I got to stop cuz I been hit
Back in the back, way in the back

Way in the back of the laundromat

Way in the back, way in the back

Way in the back of the laundromat

I'm gonna rope me the fatted calf

Back in the back of the laundromat
There sat a woman with her hair in a net

She had a smoke white face, posey blue eyes

Twenty pounds extra, just my size

TV Guide Magazine, reading it absorbedly

Sitting unwomanly, she couldn't see 

But I could see her yellow Bermudas

Thighs of silk like a golden sunrise

On a sea of milk

Well I got my comb, laid my hair back slick

I walked on in, I was badder'n shit
Back in the back, way in the back

Way in the back of the laundromat

Way in the back, way in the back

Way in the back of the laundromat

I'm gonna rope me the fatted calf

Back in the back of the laundromat