Those Germs

Bobby shakes the soap from his hands
He's worried noone understands
These things must be adhered to
Or they start to eat away

Never allowed to eat fish or cheese
Bobby gets so hard to please
Always takes his wipes around
So the surfaces can be freed
Of germs

Pity his sister
She tries her best to help
But he's not listening
And he's careful not to touch her
For fear

Couldn't sit down on a bus
Those seats are filled with hair and pus
And he's taken to an oxygen mask
So he can't breathe in all
Of those germs

Supermarket - a nightmare
Running home but mustn't sweat
Wrap the stove in cellophane
And never touch the handles
Never touch the handles
On the doors

Nephew cries - big surprise
The party didn't go to plan
For children are so dirty
And Bobby's got the keys
To the door

Mr Doctor is waiting for your call
The telephone is there in the hall
You can even wipe it first
Before you start discussing terms
With those germs