Written by Jim Roy, Derek Michael Mark and myself, this song is about a gas station crew that is too fast for what the customer wants. i.e. saving dirt for a reason.
Let me tell you baby, something you ought to know. Don't you clean the grime off my back window, cuz it means so much, so much to me. I've got something inside I don't want you to see.
So don't waste your time. Don't mess with my grime. Just leave it be.
People call me funky. I don't care what they think. Could be hiding my monkey or the kitchen sink. Might be full of diamonds, full of gold. To tell you the truth I don't even know.
But don't waste your time, don't mess with my grime, just leave it be.
I brush my teeth. I might even shave. I'm in the shower almost every day. When it comes to my window, baby I like the funk. That way no one comes looking inside at my junk.
So don't waste your time. Don't mess with my grime. That dirt is mine.
You give me the Grime Blues, baby don't give me the Grime Blues. You give me the Grime Blues. Grime Blues.