(Billy Bob Thornton/JD Andrew)
She only goes to functions where they keep out the riff-raff
You know life is very serious and precious, never laugh
She gives Christmas keychains to every person on her staff
As long as someone's watching she'll give out an autograph
You're so clean
You're evergreen
You're the top machine
When you make the scene
You're so clean
Brushed velveteen
How'd you get that gene
Of soul hygiene
So tell me how
Tell me why
There is dust on your silver screen
He knew he was destined to make his way out west
He made all his connections so everyone else could be blessed
He loves all people in his face, he'll join in their protest
Armed with money and his standing he walks with the oppressed
You're so clean
You're evergreen
You're the top machine
When you make the scene
You're so clean
Brushed velveteen
How'd you get that gene
Of soul hygiene
So tell me how
Tell me why
There is rust on your silver screen
They've even started reading books in very earnest poses
No need to be their valentine, their hearts are made of roses
Just look up in the air sometime you will find their noses
They can open any door but they forget the curtain closes
You're so clean
You're evergreen
You're the top machine
When you make the scene
You're so clean
Brushed velveteen
How'd you get that gene
Of soul hygiene
And tell me why
Tell me now
Tell me how I smell a Philastine
