| He was so clean, | |
| Yeah, he was so clean, | |
| Bathed himself in bleach until he was completely soaking, | |
| His hands were sore, | |
| Oh yeah, they were so sore, | |
| He scrubbed so hard he wiped the tiles off the floor, | |
| His mop, was fancy, | |
| Oh yeah, it was so fancy, | |
| You should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing | |
| N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, | |
| N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47 | |
| Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine, | |
| There was never a wrench thrown into the gears | |
| Pant legs creased, | |
| Never know, dirt on the barrel, | |
| Increase the burn of fire 'til his body's clean and sterile, | |
| Fingernails trimmed, | |
| He is completely primmed and preep(?), | |
| Wears the rubber gloves and he is careful what he eats, | |
| There's plastic on the furniture, | |
| By nature, he's a skeptic, | |
| Unsure about the air outside so he seals of all the exits, | |
| Lysol's life-long member, | |
| He's always been so clean, | |
| His food is specially packaged, sealed, and quarantined | |
| N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, | |
| N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, | |
| N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, | |
| N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, | |
| Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine, | |
| There was never a wrench thrown into the gears | |
| Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine, | |
| There was never a wrench thrown into the gears | |
| (you should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing) |