You can scrub, you can wipe, cuts through the grime like a knife
See that floor, watch it gleam, diggin' the Mister Clean

Tile's white and the dirt sure shows
Filthy grout, and the baseboard's gross
Hate to think what forensic scientists would glean
With luminol at this scene
Who is that muscular bald guy
On that jug on the shelf up high
Pour a bit in a bucket, catch a scent of pine
Then mix it up with a sponge
And then attack that grunge...

You are the Mister Clean, yellow-green, oh so bald and keen
Mister Clean, cuts through grease more than gasoline
Your fragrance, just like pine, fighting the grime all your life
See mop swirl, watch floors gleam, diggin' the Mister Clean

Dirt and grease, you just use your brawn
One quick wiping, and then they're gone
Love your Magic Eraser, nothing else will do
To get the crayon off walls
And 'cause Pine Sol sucks balls...

You are the Mister Clean, lean and mean, give these floors a sheen
Mister Clean, in new Febreze® scents like Citrus Spring™
You look like, Lost's John Locke, except your eyebrows are white
Ooh-ooh, see that smile, nice ear ring, diggin' the Mister Clean