Scrub Scrub

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