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 8'o'clock rush,
And catch your train, in the morning rain.
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.
(riff 1)
If you see me, in the street, look away.
Cos I don't ever want to catch you looking at me, Mr. Clean.
Cos I hate you, and your wife,
And if I get the chance I'll fuck up your life.
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.
(riff 1)
Surround yourself with dreams,
Of pretty young girls and anyone you want but,
Please don't forget me, or any of my kind,
Cos I'll make you think again,
When I stick your face in the grind.
Getting pissed, at the annual office do,
Smart new suit, and you went to Cambridge too,
You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you,
And mum and dad are very proud of you.
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.