Oh, I can't wear this old shirt
It has stains and crusted dirt
And everyone I know would point and stare
As I look I can tell all my clothes are foul as hell
I'm not gonna wear that underwear

Smeared-up stinky jeans
Oh why are they green?
You're a laundry deceivah about
them coming cleeeeeean

Oh, what the heck; go to work
In these nasty jeans and shirt
Stop to buy some coffee from a guy
He's a bad blemish case; he got zits all on his face
Kinda makes me think of pizza pie

Clear up greasy teen
Oh that acne's mean
Use some face-cleaning Lever or a
pore-scrubbing creeeeeam

Here's my freakin' spleen
Oh, them refried beans
I had eighteen burritos it's a
home-bombing scheeeeme

Tear up leafy greens
Oh, that beef is lean
And you may use a cleaver or a
carving machiiiiine

(Repeat, fade, whack Mickey Dolenz with a hammer....whatever feels right)