 It's close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Home, he grows hotter, he blows, it's all over These washers all on him, coast to coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther From home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose, cause here goes the cold water These washers don't want him no more, he's cold potter They moved on to the next moe who flows He knows Dove and so not a, and so the soap opera's