Clean Up Man - Willie D

I don’t wanna what I’m gonna do!

Will, he doesn’t spend time with me, he doesn’t respect me

It seems like I’m just staying for his convenience

Baby don’t cry, pull yourself together

Let Willie D take you to that other level

And love you the right way miss

Compare to me, Johnny don’t know shiiit!

I’m in a class all by myself

Get some of this, and you don’t want nobody else

So if you plan on staying with your groom

Don’t come around my bedroom

Get your hands off the bed poles

Married, went, nearly hit the most

See after a few times in the sack

Homeboy, trends to get a little relax

He starts hanging out late with his friends

Yeah!

~ that’s when I come in

But not into his house cause that ain’t nothing but a slaughter

We go to my place, forget the room of Thirty Martyrs

Now, once you get your woman alone

It’s on like a pattern of neck bone

And when I call she pretends that I’m her girlfriend

She might call me San or Fran but I’m the Clean Up Man

Willie D, is the Clean Up Man

He will sweep your girlfriend, off her feet yeah!

The reason I know;

so much about him

It’s because he scooped dolls, and all the girls in my hood

Swept her right up off her feet, and entered the Jag'

Cause you was using her face as a punching bag

I’m not going next door myself neither

But if you gotta beat her, you don’t need her

It ain’t no thing, for me to be lovable

Cause after being treated like that, she is so gullible

Like a masseur, I rub her thighs, neck and back

And give her some of this Afro-dizyak

Now, what you know about that boy?

You just start, you’re still in Kinder Garden

Talking about you got that whip appeal, and all that stuff

She told me you couldn’t even fill it up

Yo, don’t call me a snail

Cause if the shoe was on the other foot, you’ll take my girl

Willie D, is for real

If you don’t take care of your business, then somebody else will

I’ma give your girl what she really wants

In the mid-night hour, I’ll be her confidant

And when you hit her and make her cry

I’ll be there to dry her eye, I’m the Clean Up Man

You know that’s all you do is complain

I work, I keep the lights on, I put food on the table

I buy you clothes, I mean I don’t understand you

What else do you want me to do?

— (Just think of romance back, baby)

You was a big time money maker, yeah, work a hard work

Or whatever the hell you wanna call it

But when you leave, you girl don’t miss ya

Because the Clean Up Man is in the picture

You’re clucking them big bills

But money can’t buy you love, just a cheap thrill

And dyke gets old and abandoned

Now, you’re looking for love and understanding

Pouring out your heart about she just had a soul mate

Too much, too little, too late

Now when you come home, your feelings are hurt

Cause there’s a sign on the door, it says: Men At Work

Double overtimer’s what I stack

You know, I’m getting the job done cause I got on my hard hack

Getting paid, working up her sweat, no customer leaves upset

They’re all wanna come back

Cause they know with Willie D it ain’t going to be none of that

Wam, bam, thank you madam, and hit the tub

I don’t have sex baby, I make love

I’m the Clean Up Man

You better shave up then fly straight

Cause the Clean Up Man can’t wait to take you place

He comes in all shapes, sizes and colors

His lovers all your aunts, cousins, sisters and mothers

Now, he could be your brother, or the Mailman

Your uncle, your father, and even your best friend

So next time you try to show her off

Keep an eye on the Clean Up Man, he’s in the house

And like a fool I thought I had all to myself

Like a fool I thought I had all to myself

Like a fool I thought I had all to myself

Like a fool I thought I had all to myself

And he is the clean up man, he is the clean up man

He is the clean up man, he is the clean up man.