I'm a car. I'm covered with grime.
I've been that way for a long, long time.
I'm dusty and dirty. What's on my mind?
Take me to the car wash to get in line.
Chorus:
It's swish, swash, swish. Scrub, scrub, scrub.
Look at me. I'm covered with suds.
Swish, swash, swish. Spatter and spray.
Washing that dirt away.
2. As they hook me up. I begin to roll.
The hoses start spraying and the water is cold.
The brushes are spinning, so many machines.
I'm going through the car wash, going to be clean. Chorus:
3. A truck up ahead comes into view.
What everyone is staring at, I haven't a clue.
Then, on the back window, what's that I see?
In great big letters: "PLEASE WASH ME!" Chorus:
4. I'm driving along when out of the blue.
I hit a big puddle and I roll on through.
I'm covered with mud. Will this ever end?
I'm going through the car wash again and again. Chorus: