Of Interest Only To Filkers and Late-Night Launderers

(To the tune of 'No Quarter,' by Echo's Children)

It's late at night, and I don't want to think about my chores,
But I'll be good; I start to pick my clothes from off the floor.
I have to do some laundry, none of my socks are clean -
I head down to the washroom, but I can't work the machine!

No quarters, NO QUARTERS! I curse my wretched fate.
I am all out of pocket change, my clothes will have to wait.

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I suppose I could go on from there, but really, that's all I had to say....