Lyrics

In a small town, there's a kid with a greasy mullet,
Looks like a dirty mop, but he ain't gonna dull it.
Wears massive boots, stompin' down the street,
Owns a pressure washing biz, keeps the sidewalks neat.
He's the mullet kid, with a heart of gold,
Pressure washing dreams, never getting old.
Boots so big, they leave a mark,
Cleaning up the town, from dawn till dark.
Neighbors laugh, but he don't care,
With his trusty hose, he's everywhere.
From driveways to fences, he makes 'em shine,
In his world of grime, he's doing just fine.
He's the mullet kid, with a heart of gold,
Pressure washing dreams, never getting old.
Boots so big, they leave a mark,
Cleaning up the town, from dawn till dark.
Through the dirt and the muck, he finds his way,
With a smile on his face, every single day.
He's got a dream, and he's making it true,
With his greasy mullet and his boots so blue.
He's the mullet kid, with a heart of gold,
Pressure washing dreams, never getting old.
Boots so big, they leave a mark,
Cleaning up the town, from dawn till dark.
So here's to the kid, with the dirty mop hair,
In his massive boots, he's beyond compare.
Pressure washing king, in his small town,
With a greasy mullet, he'll never back down.