| Song | Mr. Clean |
| Artist | Viktor Vaughn |
| Album | Vaudeville Villain |
| Study your history -- | |
| Whoever don't? I pity-the-fool like Mr. T | |
| Knowledge this degree, it ain't no mystery | |
| "What you gon' do" or "what you know" is what is to see | |
| And that's more than meets the eyeball | |
| Now who wants to buy a brand new tsetse fly call? | |
| Alright y'all (zooom), the speed was break-neck | |
| Faster than the hi-speed, dual cassette tape deck | |
| (How far?) The distance was light-speed | |
| He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed | |
| In case it might need, it didn't mean much | |
| For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch | |
| Who that? Kinga, Vaughn's younger brother | |
| A real live swinger who rock Louis Vuitton pleather | |
| And he walk around like he think he king | |
| Even made the hood-rats stop to kiss his pinky ring | |
| Like a soup sandwich on a hand dish | |
| Some say his language is way too outlandish | |
| He did his thing, spoke in a jig slang | |
| And translate Einstein's theory of the Big Bang | |
| He told his boo: "Boo, I put a spell on you | |
| Stay with me, whether we broke or we well-to-do | |
| If it don't work, the hell with ‘cha | |
| May the doorknob hit ‘cha where the poor slob bit ‘cha" | |
| What you thought ya' darn skeezer? | |
| The G of a mack and the steez of a geezer | |
| True man of leisure, she must've caught amnesia | |
| Paid off the 8th grade fade or a Caesar | |
| He was known for his thick skin | |
| Part Zimbabwean and part Trini mixed in | |
| Big shot, sold a guy a pound of pig snot | |
| Said it was proven to remove stains and ink spots | |
| Kinky flow, dripped down her leg to her pinky toe | |
| Jiggy hoe, who don't know as much as she think she know | |
| One week she stepped to him like a Slinky, yo' | |
| Wig like a mink skin, soft like Twinkie dough | |
| Then she kissed the queen, and told her she need Listerine | |
| Twist the green, it's laced with antihistamine | |
| Enough to make you make your face like Mr. Bean | |
| V hit the scene like: "**** it, give me a Mr. Clean" | |
| Shit, tired of all this ... | |
| It's too hot out here, to be having all this shit, man | |
| Shit, take it off ... | |
| Take it all off, boss ... | |
| No matter what the cost |
| Study your history | |
| Whoever don' t? I pitythefool like Mr. T | |
| Knowledge this degree, it ain' t no mystery | |
| " What you gon' do" or " what you know" is what is to see | |
| And that' s more than meets the eyeball | |
| Now who wants to buy a brand new tsetse fly call? | |
| Alright y' all zooom, the speed was breakneck | |
| Faster than the hispeed, dual cassette tape deck | |
| How far? The distance was lightspeed | |
| He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed | |
| In case it might need, it didn' t mean much | |
| For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch | |
| Who that? Kinga, Vaughn' s younger brother | |
| A real live swinger who rock Louis Vuitton pleather | |
| And he walk around like he think he king | |
| Even made the hoodrats stop to kiss his pinky ring | |
| Like a soup sandwich on a hand dish | |
| Some say his language is way too outlandish | |
| He did his thing, spoke in a jig slang | |
| And translate Einstein' s theory of the Big Bang | |
| He told his boo: " Boo, I put a spell on you | |
| Stay with me, whether we broke or we welltodo | |
| If it don' t work, the hell with ' cha | |
| May the doorknob hit ' cha where the poor slob bit ' cha" | |
| What you thought ya' darn skeezer? | |
| The G of a mack and the steez of a geezer | |
| True man of leisure, she must' ve caught amnesia | |
| Paid off the 8th grade fade or a Caesar | |
| He was known for his thick skin | |
| Part Zimbabwean and part Trini mixed in | |
| Big shot, sold a guy a pound of pig snot | |
| Said it was proven to remove stains and ink spots | |
| Kinky flow, dripped down her leg to her pinky toe | |
| Jiggy hoe, who don' t know as much as she think she know | |
| One week she stepped to him like a Slinky, yo' | |
| Wig like a mink skin, soft like Twinkie dough | |
| Then she kissed the queen, and told her she need Listerine | |
| Twist the green, it' s laced with antihistamine | |
| Enough to make you make your face like Mr. Bean | |
| V hit the scene like: " it, give me a Mr. Clean" | |
| Shit, tired of all this ... | |
| It' s too hot out here, to be having all this shit, man | |
| Shit, take it off ... | |
| Take it all off, boss ... | |
| No matter what the cost |