Mr. Clean

Daylight dawns, you wake up and yawn, Mr. Clean

A piece of toast from the one you love most, and you leave

You catch your bus in the eight o'clock rush

And catch your train in the morning rain

Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean

If you see me in the street, look away

'Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me, Mr. Clean

'Cause I hate you and your wife

And if I get the chance I'll fuck up your life

Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean

Is that seen?

Surround yourself with dreams

Of pretty young girls, and anyone you want, but

Please don't forget me or any of my kind

'Cause I'll make you think again

When I stick your face in the grind

Getting pissed at the annual office do

Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too

You miss page three, but The Times is right for you

And mum and dad are very proud of you

Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean