The Dodson Wipe Down

On the way back to Aussie home,
On the plane, business class and a couple of wipes,
On the way back to Aussie home,
Cleaning my tray, seat/chair.

Killen’ germs whenever we’re on air,
They can’t hide, they can’t run,
Killen’ germs whenever we’re on air,
Bing, Bam and Boom! That’s it for them!

Landing down, nice and clean,
No germs left, it’s only me,
Landing down, nice and clean,
Us Dodsons, are the true kings o’ clean.

Living like kings, on straight air,
Germs run away like a cheetah, hunting prey
Living like kings, on straight air,
Feeling tired, maybe even queasy, can’t be sick but… ACHOOO!