had a dream last night, woke in a terrible fright   the dream wasn’t what scared me.. it was the fact that I woke and it wasn’t a reality.   well in this dream, I had a magic washing machine   it doubled as a jukebox; I danced around my house lots   instead of swishy noises I could listen to the Pet Shop Boys and   the whites they just got whiter in the musical enlightener!      so I want a magical washing machine that doubles as a jukebox!   where’s my magical washing machine? it doubled as a jukebox!      in my dream I had a lot more friends, but none of them were genuine   they just brought around their dirty socks and made me wash them in my jukebox   well, this jukebox had every song you could wanna hear and then some…   30 Odd Foot Of Grunt      but I want a magical washing machine that doubles as a jukebox!   where’s my magical washing machine? it doubled as a jukebox!      oh! what did I drink last night?    oh! what did I smoke last night?   it messed with my head as I slept in my bed   oh, what did I drop last night?   oh, what did I shoot up last night?   I don’t remember, but it sure ruined my life      cause now I want a magical washing machine that doubles as a jukebox!   there’s no such thing as a washing machine that doubles as a jukebox      I’ve had the most of the trading post and I’ve trawled my way through Ebay,   and I found nothing even similar like a laundromat with a DJ   there’s no DJ. I guess it’s not my day my life’s in disarray….. NO!   there goes my dream of a magical washing machine