Cleaning Up My Act

Copyright 2003 Dave Nealon


From my unauthorized autobiography.


Cleaning Up My Act Copyright 2002 Dave Nealon Well, this time, baby, I'm cleaning up my act I'll break away from the pack, go on the attack And I won't relax till it's established fact That this time, baby, I'm cleaning up my act Last week's clothes are lying on the floor There's shirt and shoes and my wallet blocking the door It's hard to find a place to walk I say I'll do better, but that's just talk And the mess just piles up ever more and more Every flat surface becomes a shelf instead The chair, the table, the sofa and the bed The papers are scattered all over the rug I just hope the mice chase away the bugs And the piles of books I still haven't read Well, I got so excited when I finally got it straight I called her and invited her to see my spotless place But she said she was looking for clean of a different kind What I really want is to clean your dirty mind Well, this time I won't leave no sack unpacked About time I straightened up this ramshackle shack I'm gonna extract, detract, weedwhack, ransack Leave nothing intact that might serve to distract In fact, to be exact, I'm cleaning up my act