Boraxo

Chorus:

It's all right, it's all right,

If you're righteous it's all right,

Tho you've had your hands in blood up to the elbow;

You can always wash them clean with Boraxo.

Boraxo, Boraxo, the greatest stuff of all,

Boraxo in the bathroom, detergents in the hall,

Your dainty feet don't touch the street

Like people poor and mean,

And your conscience is washed clean with Boraxo.

The cop shot Rector on the roof,

The cop is clear of blame,

His uniform was spotless,

His rifle was the same.

The coppers carry dark wood clubs

So blood can not be seen,

And they always wash them clean

With Boraxo.

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The student is protesting,

The copper clubs his hair.

His head is private property

But no one seems to care.

The happiness he's fighting for

Is earth and life and green,

And it can't be scoured clean

With Boraxo.

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