Lyric

The sun creeps up like it's got a grudge

Dust on the shelves won't hold a grudge

Bleach in my hand like a battle cry

Swipe in the dirt till it says goodbye

Turn up the tunes let the grind back down

Mopping my grip I'm running this town

Sunday cleaning ain't no graceful art

But I'll shine this place like a work of art

Cobweb kingdoms I tear apart

Socks go missing a cleaning cart

Soap suds rising like a tidal wave

Mess on a mission to behave

Hands in the gloves, derps facing the law

Scouring the sink with a toothy jaw

The dance of cleaning ain't sleek or suave

But I'm king on the court, I'm taking the job

Turn up the tunes, let the grind back down

Mopping my grip, I'm running this town

Sunday cleaning ain't no graceful art

But I'll shine this place like a work of art

Windows screaming to see the light

Wiping glass till it sparkles right

Vacuum roaring so bold and mean

Conquer the chaos, it's the Sunday scene

Windows screamin' to see the light

Wiping glass'til it sparkles right

Vacuum runnin' so bold and mean

Conquer the chaos, it's the Sunday scene

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Windows screaming to see the light

Wiping glass till it sparkles right

Vacuum roaring so bold and mean

Conquer the chaos, it's a Sunday scene