This was a quarantine song I wrote called I Washed My Hands.

And it goes like this.

I mean, it goes like this.

Wait a minute.

Is this thing broken?

It's broken.

All right.

Aw, man.

Well, here goes nothing.

[THE DISHONEST FIDDLERS, "I WASHED MY HANDS"] Once I fell, kept on falling, hit the ground, started crawling until I found a little pool.

In that reflection, I saw a fool.

And I washed my hands of that devil woman.

Washed my hands of that slimy grease.

Washed my hands of that devil woman.

Finally, I found myself at peace.

Well, it took a long time to scrub that dirt off.

You couldn't resist that little black dress.

Took a long time, it won't take no longer.

Washed my hands and my two feet.

Now I do confess, I've been bathing with brand new [inaudible].

We've been singing in the shower just as loud as I can.

And I washed my hands of that devil woman.

I washed my hands of that slimy grease.

I washed my hands of that devil woman.

Finally, I found myself at peace.

I washed my hands of that devil woman.

[inaudible] I washed my hands of that devil woman.

With that wicked [inaudible] no more do I run.

I'm bathing with a brand new [inaudible].. We've been singing in the shower just as loud as I can.

Yo-da-lay-ee.

Well, I washed my hands of that devil woman.

I washed my hands of that slimy grease.

I wash my hands of that devil woman.

Finally, I found myself at peace.

Finally, I found myself at peace.

Finally, I found myself at peace.