Lyrics

There’s a sparkle in Troon, in the work that she does,
A queen with her mop, and a heart full of love.
Debbie Miller, the cleaner, she’s truly the best,
Leaves the world shining, puts grime to the test.
“Oh, smell this,” Debbie likes to say,
A scent of her triumph, fresh every day.
Pine and lemon, her fragrant bliss,
She conquers the dirt with a smile and a “smell this!”
Her gloves are her armor, her spray is her sword,
In the battle of cleanliness, she’s always adored.
From kitchens to hallways, she’s leading the fight,
Debbie’s a legend, keeping Ayrshire bright.
“Oh, smell this,” Debbie likes to say,
A scent of her triumph, fresh every day.
Pine and lemon, her fragrant bliss,
She conquers the dirt with a smile and a “smell this!”
Through suds and laughter, she’s paving the way,
For a Ayrshire that sparkles, every single day.
Debbie, our hero, with a mop in her hand,
Spreads joy like the sea on Scotland’s fair land.
So here’s to Debbie, the gem of Troon town,
With her “smell this” anthem, she wears the crown.
Her cleaning and spirit, we all reminisce,
Forever inspired by Debbie’s “smell this!”
Stuart charted in his boxers in Wellingtons bar and hid them bad boys in the toilet cistern oh my god don’t smell this