I'm standing alone with my head under water
Thinking of all the dirt
I need to get clean but what else can I do
I'm filthy and oh so wet
I wish I had soap to wash myself with
For times when the grime feels so ick
It would make me believe that tomorrow would bring a brand new bar of soap,
brand new bar of soap
brand new bar of soap
I'm all out of soap, I'm so lost without it
I need it so bad, believe me I need it
I'm all out of soap, I'm dirty without it
I can't be too clean, I've now got to go to work
Perhaps I can use some of my wife's shampoo
Or maybe her sweet body wash
I'm reaching for it, am I smelling it too?
does the feeling seem oh, so right?
And what would she say if I used her loofah now
And used it to wash myself?
There's no easy way, I bet my skin would say
Please wash me or be filthy, be filthy
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Ooh, what is this loofah for
What is this loofah for
What is this loofah for
What is this loofah for
[Chorus]
I hope you enjoyed this little parody.All my best,
John H. Carroll
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