Being a Mobile Washing Machine Van

We run a mobile washing machine van, To help all the people with none. We wash really fast, have it clean, dried and ironed, Ready to wear when we’re done. We visit the aged, we visit the flats, We visit the homeless and down. We leave everyone looking beautiful again, Beautiful all over the town. It isn’t so hard, doesn’t cost very much, When we park the crowds start to swell. Giving all of their jeans, their shirts, shorts and socks, Giving all of their foul apparel. But what’s really interesting is the lack of forethought, The crowds become a little bit rude. They hand over their clothes to wash there and then, Then they all stand around in the nude.