FOLDING QUEEN

Everybody with me now, to the tune of Abba's hit:

You can fold, you can hang, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the folding queen

Monday 'morn and the lights are high
Store looking like a big pigsty
Where they fold the new clothing, getting it so clean
You come in to look for a jean
Everywhere are shirts, bags and socks
Week is young and the shelves are stocked
With a bit of store soundtrack, the atmosphere rocks
You’re in the mood to sell clothes
And now everyone knows...

You are the folding queen, young and sweet, only seventeen (plus eight)
Folding queen, fold those clothes like a mad machine
You can fold, you can hang, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the folding queen

You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on
Leave them buying and then you’re gone
Looking for customers, anyone will do
You’re in the mood to sell clothes
And now everyone knows...

You are the folding queen, young and sweet, only seventeen (plus eight)
Folding queen, fold those clothes like a mad machine
You can fold, you can hang, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the folding queen