Janitor
He lives down by the furnac
Janitor, Janito
And he makes the young kids nervou
Janitor, Janito
He tells everybody to call him Ton
But he smells like oil, and his ass is bon
Janitor, Janito
He's got a lot of charm
Janitor, Janito
Like the prison tattoos on his arm
Janitor, Janito
He cleans the bathroom and tells dirty joke
He dresses like a woman and rolls his own smoke
He's the Janitor, Janito
He's the Janitor, Janito
Hey there Neil, how ya doin
Hey, not too bad
Hey, I guess I saw you talkin' to the janitor this mornin