Neatfreak47

[Verse 1]
He was so clean
Yeah, he was so clean
Bathed himself in bleach until he was completely soaking
His hands were sore
Oh yeah, they were so sore
He scrubbed so hard, he wiped the tiles off the floor
His mop was fancy
Oh yeah, it was so fancy
You should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing

[Chorus]
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47

[Post-Chorus]
Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine
There was never a wrench thrown into the gears

[Verse 2]
Pant legs creased
Never know, dirt on the barrel
Increase the burner fire ‘til his body’s clean and sterile
Fingernails trimmed
He is completely primmed and preep
Wears the rubber gloves and he is careful what he eats
There’s plastic on the furniture
By nature, he’s a skeptic
Unsure about the air outside so he seals off all the exits
Lysol’s life-long member
He’s always been so clean
His food is specially packaged, sealed, and quarantined

[Chorus]
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47

[Post-Chorus]
Perfectly (perfectly) clean, he was a (clean) well-oiled machine (shivers)
There was never a wrench (machine) thrown into the gears
Perfectly (perfectly) clean, he was a (clean) well-oiled machine (he’s a neat)
There was never a (machine) wrench thrown into the gears
(You should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing)