The wash is out, it's hanging up And all I have is nothing Nothing to do, nothing to say I think I must be dreaming The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talking about? I don't think I will ever return again, my friend If I was king, I'd wear a ring And never hurt my people I'd stay alert and dress to kill I might even slip you something The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talking about? I don't think I will ever return again, my friend ♪ The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talking about? I don't think I will ever return again, my friend I do not think I will ever return again, my friend I do not think I will ever return again, my friend