See the man over there
He's a dummy of a friend
He wants to say hello
He's gonna shake my hand
Oh don't come closer
It's gonna be my end
But he steps right over
To touch my hand

And a million germs pass over
To my poor clean skin
All my pores are open
To let them all right in

Got to wash my hands
Till the germs are dead
Got to rub my skin
Until it's fiery red

I can't stand the dirt
That's under my shirt
T didn't have a shower
For an hour

Wash it off
Come water
And wash it all off of me

I have to spend my nights
in a germinating bad
Surrounded by mites
Who want to eat my sweat

And in these nights
And in this bed
I'm dealing with
The things unsaid

And a billion germs take over
On my poor clean skin
All my pores are open
To let them all right in

Got to wash my body
Till the germs are dead
Got to rub my skin
Until it's fiery red
I can't stand the dirt
That's under my shirt
I didn't have a shower
For an hour

Wash it off
Come water
And wash it all off of me

Let me got out of here
Let me got out of my skin
Out of myself
Out of my soul
Out of my life
Out of here