Chorus:
It's all right, it's all right
If you're righteous it's all right
Tho you've had your hands in blood up to the elbow;
You can always wash them clean with Boraxo
Boraxo, Boraxo, the greatest stuff of all
Boraxo in the bathroom, detergents in the hall
Your dainty feet don't touch the street
Like people poor and mean
And your conscience is washed clean with Boraxo

The cop shot Rector on the roof
The cop is clear of blame
His uniform was spotless
His rifle was the same
The coppers carry dark wood clubs
So blood can not be seen
And they always wash them clean
With Boraxo

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The student is protesting
The copper clubs his hair
His head is private property
But no one seems to care
The happiness he's fighting for
Is earth and life and green
And it can't be scoured clean
With Boraxo

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