[Begin song with 5-10 seconds of instrumental] [Whole song: country female vocal] Oh! Yeah... Washboard Mama! Built like a beauty Back bent like a maid Who knows her duty Ahh Yeah! Washboard Mama! Washing for two, three Four, five, six Then nine Never heard you complain Not even once Though it must have seemed you washed in vain God! What a pain That must have been What a strain Still, Playin' the guitar Singin' those hymns Stayin' home (cause you never did drive a car) Oh My! Washboard Mama Built like a beauty Washing for nine (for me and mine) Knows her duty Three lines in the backyard Linens swingin' in the wind Life's mighty hard (though I'd never know) No washin' machine Just a wooden board Givin' though you hardly had a dime Livin' life like it's a song and rhyme Though worries must have hit like War and Crime Time after time Still, Washboard Mama! You were such a Humma (hmmm, mmm mm) Singin' through the drama Oh Yeah! Washboard Mama! Singin' through the brain drain Singin' through every loss Washin' through all the muddy mess Minor drama Major trauma Oh Mama! How did you do it? I barely keep up with a washin' machine You? My Lord, you were like a Heaven Bent Marine "Kinda grace" must have kept you Serene Boy, they don't make 'em like you anymore Therefore... I'm pretty sure I was adopted... [small chuckle] [End with 10-20 second instrumental]
