CLEAN FREAK
LARRY LIZARDO.
WHEN I FINISH WITH MY TRASH
I THROW IT ALL AWAY
I NEVER LET IT PILE
I DON’T EVER LET IT STAY
IN MY HOUSE, IN MY CAR,
OR THE POCKETS OF MY JACKET
SOME FOLKS TAKE THEIR TRASH AND STACK IT
IN THEIR BASEMENT OR GARAGE
BUT NOT ME AND MY GARBAGE
I’M A CLEAN FREAK
YEAH, A CLEAN FREAK
MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME GOOD
I WASH MY HANDS TEN TIMES A DAY
JUST LIKE A GOOD BOY SHOULD
‘CAUSE I’M A CLEAN FREAK
COME INTO MY HOUSE
YOU CAN EAT OFF MY FLOOR
‘CAUSE WHEN I FINISH COOKING,
MY TRASH GOES OUT THE DOOR
MY NEIGHBORS, THEY COMPLAIN.
BUT, THEY’RE JEALOUS, OVERZEALOUS
IN FACT, THEY’RE DOWNRIGHT MEAN
I THINK THAT THEY DON’T LIKE ME
‘CAUSE I KEEP MY HOUSE SO CLEAN
I’M A CLEAN FREAK
I HATE THE FEEL OF GARBAGE
WHEN IT’S CRUMPLED IN MY HAND
GREASY PAPER, GUMMY TAPE
I JUST CAN’T STAND
WHEN I’M DONE, I’VE HAD MY FUN
I SEND MY RUBBISH ON IT’S WAY
THE GARBAGE MAN’LL PICK IT UP
THAT’S HOW HE MAKES HIS PAY
AS FOR ME, I’M GERM FREE
THAT’S THE WAY IT’S GOT TO BE
‘CAUSE I’M A CLEAN FREAK
YEAH, A CLEAN FREAK
MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME GOOD
I WASH MY HANDS TEN TIMES A DAY
JUST LIKE A GOOD BOY SHOULD
‘CAUSE I’M A CLEAN FREAK
WICKA WICKA WICKA WICKA WORD!
