A Swipe of Shyla’s Brush
Lyrics by Oliver Eser

[Verse 1]
Mop in the bucket, long straight line,
Short little pause and you’ll do just fine.
“It’s not that hard,” says the Governor man—
But my back says different, and I barely can.

[Chorus]
A kick to the Governor’s pride won’t do no harm
(No, it won’t do no harm)
A kick to the Governor’s pride won’t do no harm
(No, it won’t do no harm)
A kick to the Governor’s pride won’t do no harm
And I’ll scrub right on behind!

[Verse 2]
Windows wide like a dome of glass,
Wipe it clean or you won’t pass.
Big wide circles, then up and down,
“It’s easy,” he says, with a bureaucrat’s frown.

[Chorus]
A swipe at his high-gloss lies won’t do no harm...
(No, it won’t do no harm...)
And I’ll scrub right on behind!

[Verse 3]
Whiskey on a silver tray,
Don’t you shake, don’t spill, obey.
Don’t look up, just keep it low,
He whispers words I’m not meant to know.

[Final Chorus]
A drop of servant pride won’t do no harm
(No, it won’t do no harm)
A drop of servant pride won’t do no harm
(No, it won’t do no harm)
A drop of servant pride won’t do no harm
And I’ll scrub right on behind!