We wish we could wash my hands, my toes We wish we could wash my legs, my nose The small of my back and the backs of my ears And the heel of my foot that's been dirty for years My gosh... We wish we could wash... We're all out of soap and we feel really gross You'd faint from our smell if you got too close We're covered in mud, we're dripping with goo We don't wish for riches, but shampoo Clean, we just want to be clean It's just really mean that we can't be clean But this town's full of mud, there's mud in my hair There's mud on the walls and it just isn't fair We don't ask for much, just some time in a tub The permission to clean and the freedom to scrub We wish we could wash! Our chests, our knees! We wish we could wash, we're beggin' you please! Our ankles, our thumbs... And quite frankly, our bums! Gosh, we wish we could wash! My gosh, we wish we could wash!