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gotta to be clean!
I gotta be clean!
It's healthy and keen!
I gotta be clean! 
Yes sir!

I start each day
By brushing my teeth (brush, brush)
, you're dirty now, too."
"Hey, Mr. Clean."
 
Next day Sun Green was busted for pot
And it made the headline news.
But then the charges all got dropped
too.
Hey, Mr. Clean."

Next day Sun Green got busted for pot
And it made the headline news
But then the charges all got dropped
And the story gets
to know you gene by gene
You're my jellybean
Get out the shower
And I'm force 15
I'm dead I'm clean
Fatboy and the barn is jumping
It's alright it's
the way.

7 Days to a holiday and there's such a lot to do.
Come on fellas, it's up to you,
we're in an awful stew,
get us out of this spot.
Are you
Squad
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Music to clean your shit by

Low calorie logic
Muscle brains
Skinny brains

Count the calories
And I'll do anything it takes
Just to get there

My brain is buzzing
And the room is strange
Like the scene in trading places
At the stock exchange
I
haunted now by honey bees
And all the world exudes vitality

Weather's fine, leaves are green
Buds start blossoming, air feels clean
And young hearts'
Make it now 
Make it shout 
All this green 
Gonna make me mean 
Make me dream make me skim 
(2x) 

[Costanza: ]
They say where have you been
Many, many years ago
When this land was young
A lot of our country was covered
By big tall beautiful trees

And men had to have the trees
To make
As the days go, oh, so slowly,
As the sun shines, oh, so holy,
On the good and gracious green.
In the summer of my dreams. 

By the banks of this old
As the days go, oh, so slowly,
As the sun shines, oh, so holy,
On the good and gracious green.
In the summer of my dreams. 

By the banks of this old
As the days go oh so slowly, as the sun shines oh so holy on the good and gracious green, 
In the summer of my dreams.

By the banks of this old stream, in
(begin) The freethinking brain can finally travel. Take in the radio waves and stew up that imagination... I worry too much... boredom gets to me...
all blue and green
And we've all got wounds to clean
Here's a rag, here's some gasoline
It's all green to me
{it lifts up your days in a single
Many many years ago when this land was young
A lot of our country was covered by big tall beautiful trees
And men had to have the trees to make
and gain some trust.
How clean are your hands?
Your methods are unjust.

Another day, another dollar,
Another brain dead who will follow you.
Do you know
blue tuxedo
Had a falcon on his shoulder
Eating chicken from his hands
And fatty arbuckle waddled by
On way to the bath house green
Frankenstein ate
soldiers in green coats and picklehaube
Joined by the old singer from Manchester
"In the 1990s" [in odd "drunk" voice]

Brutal fracture
Leaves sprout in
up stew
See them Cubans don't care what y'all niggas do
Colombians ain't never ran with your crew
Why you acting all spicy and sheisty
The only
and what is green
We learn what to keep and what to burn
Between what is fair and what's obscene
It's clean far way from that machine
Had my canvas primed in white, some water by my bed, a wooden palette smeared with reds and gray s and blues. Dipped my brush into the paint, traced
headwaters will flow
Clean through to your mouth."

In return I'll request a small sanctuary
By her banks where we will live with our small family
She
all of a sudden
There you are

I'm happy that the sky is blue and that the earth is green
And that there's lots of fresh clean air sandwiched in
all clean and waiting
I don't mean to wait too long
But this joint can't get much higher

CHORUS
New York's in love-
With her big green eyes
And her