Lyrics

All the employees All of them [?] All of them customers It makes not a difference Could you please wash your hands Before you return with your balls full of germs Oh, oh, oh He's wearing a suit He exits the stall and he's wiping his hands on his trousers I'm sure you're important and making decisions of power It takes only a second, a minute, not even an hour And now all your handshakes are sour You're just foul Could you please wash your hands Before you return with your balls full of germs Oh, oh, oh Number one, number two Doesn't matter what you do Could you please wash your hands Before you return with your balls full of germs Oh, oh, oh