Lyrics
First, you pick up the apparel, and you stick it in the barrel, scrub, scrub
Then you take it to the mangle, and you turn the giant handle, scrub, scrub
Then it's hung up really high until it's nearly dry, scrub, scrub
But when we sing this song, the day don't seem so long, scrub, scrub
It's still long, though
Gotta press out all the creases from the dresses and chemises, rub, rub
Gotta fold 'em like they told us, or they'll scold us and withhold our grub, grub
We all signed the dotted line, so we've gotta do our time
Scrub, scrub (scrub, scrub)
And if you don't agree, see clause 5
Section 7A, paragraph 22
Part D, which says scrub, scrub
Scrub, scrub
Scrub, scrub
Scrub, scrub
