
Washing day
When spring is finally around
I grab my bike and head to town
To find I’m not the only one
The streets are crowded when sun comes
Under the clothes the folks are white
Or rather pale in bright sunlight
Collecting freckles and sunburns
Enjoy each ray until the wind turns
To bring on the rain
First drop on my ray ban
Second on the paper fan
Third one clashes on coffee tray
Heaven has got washing day
The bike is wet, my shoes are too
I nearly stepped in doggy poo
Missed the green light but not the shard
This cut my inner tube apart
I push the bike through rain and mud
This april month is quite a slut
To bribe with sunshine to remain
And then to dowse with tons of rain
So there’s the rain again
First drop on my ray ban
Second on my brain
Third one clashes on my shirt
Heaven must get rid of dirt
Then I am home, exhausted too
I take a shower and call you
You say: what’s up, come out to play
Sleepy head, it’s a sunny day
I step to the window to look out
Light tickles my eyes, yeah, no doubt
There is the sun, this old snitch
Oh april, you are such a bitch
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