Those Germs

Bobby shakes the soap from his hands

He's worried noone understands

These things must be adhered to

Or they start to eat away

Never allowed to eat fish or cheese

Bobby gets so hard to please

Always takes his wipes around

So the surfaces can be freed

Of germs

Pity his sister

She tries her best to help

But he's not listening

And he's careful not to touch her

For fear

Couldn't sit down on a bus

Those seats are filled with hair and pus

And he's taken to an oxygen mask

So he can't breathe in all

Of those germs

Supermarket - a nightmare

Running home but mustn't sweat

Wrap the stove in cellophane

And never touch the handles

Never touch the handles

On the doors

Nephew cries - big surprise

The party didn't go to plan

For children are so dirty

And Bobby's got the keys

To the door

Mr Doctor is waiting for your call

The telephone is there in the hall

You can even wipe it first

Before you start discussing terms

With those germs