Dust it.

This here's a jam for dirty fellas
Try to clean how our ladies tell us
Hide our sports stuff in the cellar
Pack it away, but females still smell it
Okay smarty, having a party
Hardwood floor is looking kind of shoddy
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But she says that you're a slob, and hands you pine cleanser

Next days luncheon, guests are munchin
Take a step and hear somethin crunchin
Music comes on, you're dancin by the sink
But then you lose your groove and then you spill your drink
A girl starts washin, dishrag soppin
Stands right next to you and starts moppin
She sweeps you off your feet, says she likes your broom
So come on, slobbo, and dust the room!

(Mmmm...yeah...mmmm...yeah....)

You're in the kitchen, and you're wishin
Someone would clean your living conditions
Finding the dirt in hard to reach places
Blow it away, comes back in your faces
From frustration, first inclination
Is to become a slob, enjoy the situation!
But every dark corner can be cleaned I hope
So don't hang yourself with a soap on a rope

New movie's showin, so you're goin
Don't want to hear a vacuum blowin
Wipe off your seat before they start the show
Then you spot a fine woman sittin in your row
She says, "Hello, here's a Brillo
I'm a maid for hire, young fellow!"
You run over there without a second to lose
And what comes next? Hey, dust the room!

You dirty...you sloppy...
You dirty, baby you sloppy (Dust the room!)
You dirty...you sloppy...
You dirty, baby you sloppy (Just dust the room!)