She only goes to functions where they keep out all the riffraff You know life is serious and precious, never laugh She gives Christmas keychains to every peasant on her staff As long as someone's watching, she'll give out an autograph You're so clean, you're evergreen You're the top machine when you make the scene Tell me how, tell me why There is dust on your silver screen
♪ He knew he was destined to make his way out west He made all his connections so everyone else could be blessed He loves all people in his face, he'll join in their protest Armed with money and his standing, he walks with the oppressed You're so clean, brushed velveteen How'd you get that sheen of soul hygiene? Tell me how, tell me why There is rust on your silver screen ♪ They've even started reading books in very earnest poses No need to be their valentine, their hearts are made of roses Just look up in the air sometime and you will find their noses They can't open any door, they forgot the curtain closes You're so clean, you're evergreen You're the top machine when you make the scene Tell me why, tell me now Tell me how I smell a Philistine ♪ You're so clean, brushed velveteen How'd you get that sheen of soul hygiene? Tell me why, tell me now Tell me how I smell a Philistine