Marilyn sleeps in the washroom In a nice cosy bed by the washing machine Observing the world from her flip flops And serving up soup in a silver tureen
CHORUS: She sends her money home to Mindanao. How she affords a smile like that I really don't know how
She'll rise at five from her chamber In a nice cosy bed by the washing machine In the suds on the floor of a stranger She's sailing away to the Philippines. CHORUS
At noon she's grooming the carpet With a modern machine that beats as it cleans Sounds like the jet of an airplane Flying he home to the Philippines. CHORUS
It's three o'clock and she's yearning For her nice cosy bed by the washing machine But it's little money she's earning She must move on, get another place clean. CHORUS
There' no self pity in Marilyn A problem halved is a problem shared With a thousand Filipina maids on Sunday a Statue square
Ah, Marilyn's scurring , grafting Till seven o'clock and the sun gone down A jasmine breeze is a-wafting Round the snap of a child in a Philippine town. CHORUS