A sense of fresh on a naked flesh with a feel of a breeze
Glaze me with wax
Under my hood and cover my tracks
Colon free and a polished knee (It's clean as a whistle, clean as a whistle)
Wash my hands, comb my hair, I'm clean
Buff my chin, that's what's in, I'm clean
Dentist lamp shining up my nose, pick my nail, anesthetic hose
Rub my lip, pluck my skin
Shave my belly really quickly
Bleach my socks in a four-ounce beaker; floss my teeth with an x-ray
Take off my shoes, brush my toes, I'm clean
Lick my lips, lick my hips, I'm clean
A taste of green on a mountain stream and a pile of snow
A pile of snow
Little white hair growing out of my finger
I'm going to the doctor
Going to the doctor
Going to the doctor
Going to the doctor
Clear my throat, gargle, I'm clean
Check my watch, wash with scotch, I'm clean
Mike Abou Samah
Jason Campbell
Shawn Campbell
©1998