the train in the morning rain Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean If you see me in the street, look away 'Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me, Mr. Clean
번역: 잼. 깨끗하다.
the train in the morning rain Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean If you see me in the street - look away Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me - Mr. Clean
And catch the train in the morning rain Mr. CleanMr. Clean If you see me in the streetlook away Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at meMr. Clean
train in the morning rain Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean If you see me in the street - look away Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me - Mr. Clean
pushin' my pedal to the metal I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs And yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr
, rims be 20 inch Callin' Mr. Grinch 'cuz I let 'em ride my inch Don't y'all know about me, I'm a bad mama jam Oh, a bad mama jama I guess we be da bomb
(lee brilleaux/gypie mayo) Take a little tip from mr. johnny green Keep your rear view mirror clean Keep an eye on the road and the one behind Increase
run for cover So when lightening strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers If you know what I mean Not everybody is Mr and Mrs. Clean Some get burnt
my tombstone In my new home, meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam But my verse came first I stole change
man fi claffy Copper shot a pick yuh like how crook pick ackee Shouldn't dis di man from Brook Vally Chorus: A man weh dis any pussy, anybody, any Mr
like a kung-fu flick Polish MCs like Griff and offer up an alibi High like Tone-Loc keep you horny like Spanish Fly Clip up a whole new click with Mr. Clean
say hi Ma will pinch me on the cheek like I'm mom's apple pie Dad says 'i'm pleased to meet you, I'm mr. jones' 'you the most decent chap janine's brought
bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Roll and stroll with the party scene Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
to the metal I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr
his butt crack Don't even front and try to ask who is this 'Cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah Witness Stronger than Listerine, moppin' up rappers like Mr. Clean
, I waxed ugly bastards I took a stick of dynamite and blew 'em up, right Then boom, I knock 'em out like Mike I throw a clean fight, can't leave it