Portable Air Scrubber (Brownstein)

I’m gonna scrub a dub dubber

With my portable air scrubber

Tired of inhaling rubber

Sure don’t taste like butter 

No more dirty air 

I paid a purty fare

To clean up the blubber 

Portable air scrubber 

Scrub a dub dubber portable air scrubber

Scrub a dub dubber portable air scrubber

Toxins rockin’ like a motha, so go start another

Scrub a dub dubber portable air scrubber 

When it comes to chemical leaks

I’d say I’ve had my streaks

Some better than others

Some you better take cover

Particles, gas, and clutter 

My brain begins to stutter

I’d buy one for the mind 

But it’s a hard one to find

And they don’t make size

Scrub a dub dubber portable air scrubber

Scrub a dub dubber portable air scrubber

Toxins rockin like a motha, so go start another

Scrub a dub dubber portable air scrubber 

Some say it’ll scrub your brain 

Bevin says you’ll go insane 

Guys be quite can’t you see my mother 

Is the peacock scared of the portable air scrubber? 

Allergens, mold and VOC’s

No crack or crevice the scrubber won’t clean

Just like the mold, this fungi’s grown old 

Purification station on the way to your home 

When the stench begins to hover 

The grime begins to cover 

The walls are changing color

Is that toast burning my brother?

Don’t stop to take a breath

You’d last 5 minutes here at best

Think, don’t mutter

Bust out the scrubber

Scrub a dub dubber portable air scrubber

Scrub a dub dubber portable air scrubber

Toxins rockin like a motha, so go start another

Scrub a dub dubber portable air scrubber 

Written by Jake Brownstein

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