Say, 'bye-bye, germs,' 'cause you're not good for me

I'm gonna wipe you, scrub you, mop you, clean you, rub you off my hands; you won't be running free

I'll chase you, shoo you, wash you off and boo you

There's a party in your nose, on your hands, you food, and clothes. You got germs, they are your guests, some are good, the others are pests. Friendly germs can stay all year, naughty ones; you're outta here! Bye-bye, bye-bye, say 'bye-bye, germs,' 'cause you're not good for me. I'm gonna bash you, bust you, towel-dry and dust you; off of every surface that I see. I'm gonna smash you, brush you, hold you down and flush you. Those who keep me strong and well, we'll get along perfectly well. See this tissue? That's what you'll get; if you make my nose all wet! Well, I don't mean to be rude, but you're not welcome on my food! So, bye-bye, bye-bye; say 'bye-bye, germs,' 'cause you're not good for me. I'm gonna wipe you, scrub you, mop you, clean you, and rub you off my hands, you won't be running free. I'll chase you, shoo you, wash you off and boo you; wash you off and boo you