Picture yourself in the laundry room,
A couple baskets set out for you.
I know you think that it ain't too bad,

But I, I left you something with a dark brown stain
And an odor that's not so great.
But you threw out the gas mask,
I think that you must be mad!

You got no worry 'bout your life at all.
You think you're tough enough to withstand anything at all,
You got no fear of my underwear,
That's why you're gonna pass out.

I would expect a temper tantrum
Or some form of torture from what I've done.
I can't believe you put up with it.

It can't be easy to tolerate.
Remember the song "My Pants Ran Away?"
Does your nose even function right?
Are you sure nothing's wrong with it?

'Cause you never buy noseplugs,
But you don't freak out if anything even sounds like 'laundry.'
You got no fear of my underwear.
That's why you're gonna pass out.

I think that I see it now.
That bottle isn't bleach at all.
Smells like you're using cologne instead.
Do you realize how much that costs?

But you don't think about bankruptcy.
Don't even care that still, the stink's gonna win.
You're trying to 1-up my underwear,
That's why you will not survive!