Mr Clean - another song of mine

Mr Clean, there's nothing he ain't seen
from wolves to queers, sharks and their dead bodies
lying in the gutter, no telling where they've been
no sir, not one word from Mr Clean

Mr Clean, he's okay to be 'has-been'
Mr Clean, my uncle knows the Dean
Mr Clean, there's nothing he ain't seen
from panties, the Sixties, to guns pointed at him
by men who want to relocate his spleen

in a city of malcontents
he knows the real rebel scene
says it takes genuine strength
to make a statement even if your face is turning green
while you beg your feet to keep walking on your dream

Mr Clean, Mr Clean, Mr Clean!
there's no telling where I've been
I'm fucking crazy, as your wife has seen
I'm gonna go through and through you
until there's nothing I haven't seen