Remain clean. Remain clean. 
That's what my mother asked of me. 
It seemed so easy to do. 
It seemed easy to do. 

At least when I was young. 
I had simple things I could do. 
Like, being careful with ice cream 
especially on hot days. 

Remain clean. Remain clean. 
That's what she asked me to do. 
My mother wanted me to remain clean, 
as clean as a young baby. 

And as I grew up it became harder, true. 
I thought it might get easier 
because I stopped playing with my poo, but it became 
so much harder when I was a teenager. 

My body might have been clean, 
but my mind it was filthy. 
My mind, it was so filthy. 
And still my mother asked me 
to please remain clean. 

And I scrubbed at my mind, 
and I worked 'til it was bright. 
And then I did my best to remain clean again. 

And then I grew some more 
and had kids myself, yes. 
And then I found just how filthy young babies could be. 
I found just how filthy young babies could be. 

So I turned to my mother and said, 
"What's this? You told me to remain clean, 
remain clean like a baby. 
I've tried all my life but what's this?" 
And my mother turned to me and she said, 
"Oh, well."