Hey you,

Mister Shifty Eyes

come give me a hand

cause were both stuck

in a laundro-mat

and my mind is gettin bad.

Ill tell you what I remember,

and you tell me what I forgot

then you n' me Mister Shifty Eyes

ll think of things Ive never thought

Oh I'll rely on you

Mister Shifty Eyes

on the way you told me yes from no

when you sorted out my confused mind

and told me when

to go home

But one day

Ill look up from all the quarters

and see in your place

a man in a laundro-mat

who hasnt got a face

That man

eyes shifting

soul sifting

like powder detergent through my clothes

will find his feet a drifting

to a place no one wants to know