Laura Imbruglia Follow

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