I met somebody named Mr. Clean, he was such a scream
I said don't mind but what do you mean
"I am a slob"?
(I can't eat off the floor in my home)
He said give me the mop
And you'll eat off the floor in your home

He told me his name was Mr. Clean
As he wiped the screen
Then how my eyes burned, ammonia churned
As he wiped the floor
(He will eat off of it in his home)

Mama always told me be careful who you meet
Don't get a guy who's obsessed
And mama always told me if he's pickier than you
He'll drive you really nuts, with his compulsive ruts
Hey!

Mr. Clean is not my lover
He's just a guy who cannot make any mess
He's obsessive, I confess
he can't stand any mess, he's compulsive, I confess

For endless days and endless nights
He used Handy Wipes
And when he's cleaning, he demands
I stay out of his way
(Then he eats off the floor in his home)
So take my strong advice
Just go look for somebody who's nice

He wiped the kitchen til late at night
Then turned out the light
Then hung a sign up, on the fridge door
"Don't mess this thing up--
you can eat off the floor, now you slob"

Mama always told me be careful who you meet
Don't get a guy who's a neat freak
Then he came and stood right by me
With a bucket and a broom
He said "slob, it's not too soon
So go and clean your room"

Mr. Clean is not my lover
He's just a guy who cannot make any mess
He's compulsive, I confess
Mr. Clean is not my lover
Mr. Clean is not my lover.........