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Well I wash my dishes in the dark
One big old shiny stain I can't tell apart
But come October, I just might get sober
Well I thought admitting was the hardest part
And I don't wash my hair hardly at all
But I could split a hair with a cannonball
I guess I'd compare it to a half-bald heretic
Riding on the fence, whichever way it falls
And this dirt, this dust, this rust
It's what I'm all about
Lust, disgust or bust
Well hell, I guess that's just my route
Oh I won't wash up, I just wash out
Oh I won't wash up, no I just wash out
I keep the dirt under my nails
Makes most men think I'm a man
And it freaks out the females
It stays embedded and I stay unwedded
It's a better bet than just heads or tails
And I wash my dishes in the dark
One big old shiny stain I can't tell apart
It's way past October and I'm still not sober
Well I thought admitting was the hardest part
Yeah I thought admitting was the hardest part