The softeners we used back then Was just the flapping of the wind And if soap didn’t get it clean There was always bleach on which to lean
Still the good old days were these trying times We didn’t travel far and neighbors had names Bread was a nickel and milk a few dimes I wonder how we survived without video games Now we rinse ‘em and soak them after spot treat We’ve got so many clothes we can wait a week But thinking of times past is especially neat As long as you don’t have to wash in the creek.