Y-A-M-M-E-R, S-U-M-M-E-R, G-U-E-R-R-I-L-L-A, L-A-U-N-D-R-O-M-A-T, T-O-U-R--Tour!

It's the Yammer Summer Guerrilla Laundromat Tour...

We got the frazzled dad, waiting for the dryer
The college student. outside getting higher
We got the badger fan who just didn't think
Washed his reds with his whites and now they're all pink

It's the Yammer Summer Guerrilla Laundromat Tour

We got the broken dryer that never stops drying
The snotty-nosed kid who never stops crying
The television and the shirts are loud
Now Yammer is here and we're playing for the crowd

Stains are history, a story to tell
a lipstick smudge, where a marriage fell
This is not a church, your soul won't be redeemed
But Yammer hopes that when you leave your clothes are clean
And Yammer wishes you whiter whites
And Yammer wishes you brighter brights
Yammer has no lesson that we preach
Yammer is the minister of bleach!

Yammer Summer Guerrilla Laundromat Tour...
Y-A-M-M-E-R, S-U-M-M-E-R, G-U-E-R-R-I-L-L-A, L-A-U-N-D-R-O-M-A-T, T-O-U-R--Tour!

It's the Yammer Summer Guerrilla Laundromat Tour...

Words and Music: Jonathan Zarov

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