You're a cheapskate, Mr. Lint
You fly coach on a breeze
You're a clump of fuzzy wuzzy
Camping anywhere you please,
Mr. Lint
Not so tough a squatter,
I'll evict you with a sneeze..

You're a dastard, Mr. Lint
Unmastered is your soul,
A setter on my sweater
The red one I wear to bowl, Mr. Lint
Watch as I pluck you with my
Ninety-nine and a half-cent lint roll

You're an aisle guy, Mr. Lint
You and cousins floor the hall
You may bounce but you can't hide,
So I will find you after all, Mr. Lint
Given a choice between the dust, or you,
It'd be the dust, I'd choose to fall

You're a bad snag, Mr. Lint
Such a fluffy puffy snuck
I hate you on my knitted socks
Off them you're hard to pluck,
Mr. Lint

The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote,
Stick, Stack, Stuck

You're a clinger, Mr. Lint
Edging in through tiny cracks
Proud big shot on my stuff, but I'll
Stop you right in your tracks,
Mr. Lint

Your plan's to make my house a clump heap
Then hide out in my new clothes dryer,
You'll wind up right outside in my rubbish,
A disposable,
Flat dead duck when garbage truck packs..

So take a hint, now, Mr. Lint
Keep your butt out of my house,
Or you'll wind up like turkey feathers on
A Thanksgiving day rouse, Mr.Lint

In my big bagless Hoover spouting's deep
Dark dungeon..
Good riddance, you louse!