To explain those lyrics by Harry Chapin a little bit--the story song is about a plumber who is part of a volunteer fire department, and about a building filled with hippies and minority group members, all poor people, that catches on fire.
[This is actually from a poem, but the name of the poem is "Song for a Fifth Child.]
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow But babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So quiet down, cobwebs; dust, go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
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He likes to keep his fire engine clean
Penny Lane
The Beatles
"Let 'em sweat a little;
They'll never know;
Besides, we just cleaned the chrome."
Said the plumber,
"Then I'm goin' alone."
--From "What Made America Famous," by Harry Chapin, Verities and Balderdash album
Come to my door, baby
Face is clean and shinin' black as night
"Society's Child," Janis Ian
To explain those lyrics by Harry Chapin a little bit--the story song is about a plumber who is part of a volunteer fire department, and about a building filled with hippies and minority group members, all poor people, that catches on fire.
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
AC DC
Well, I guess you know what happened;
God, I've never been so clean.
. . . .
It took another man's wife
In the real world life
To make this boy a man.
"I want to learn a love song" by Harry Chapin
I may not be a ten but the boys say I clean up good
Gretchen Wilson
coming cleanthe hardest part is staying sane
join the team
nothing to lose, so much to gain
"rollercoaster" (donots)
Would you build me a house
All painted white
Cute and clean and shiny and bright
"All or Nuthin'" from "Oklahoma!"
The best things in life are dirty!
The worst thing in life is livin' it clean without a bean.
"Best Things" from Paint Your Wagon
Sadie, the cleaning lady,
With her trusty scrubbing brush and pail of water...
Sadie - Johnny Farnham
[This is actually from a poem, but the name of the poem is "Song for a Fifth Child.]
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow
But babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs; dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
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