I Wanna Clean Your Van

Baby, find my rubber sandals stuck on the bedroom floor.
Turn on some cleaning music, throw a chamois out the door.
Surrender to my dishpan hands.
All week I've done your kitchen; tonight I wanna clean your van.

It hit me just this morning when I passed you on the hill:
I swear that skunk you rammed last month still's stickin' to your grille.
Well, let me shine those bumpers, mam.
All week you've battled buzzards; tonight I wanna clean your van.

And I'll always clean your seat covers when they're old.
And when the rust climbs up your chassis,
I'll spray paint it with gold.
But now and then we need to fight the clutter, love.
Find the steering wheel.

Now the van still needs a vacuumin', but I think I've finally found
That telephone's that been a ringin' under "something" from our hound.
Cos any fool would understand:
All week you've been out workin'; tonight I wanna clean your van.

Mmmm

So Mr. Tidy's who I am.
All week you've been a soccer mom; tonight I wanna clean your van.

Don't forget about that leg of lamb.
There's one place we ain't searched yet; tonight I wanna clean your van.