Been two weeks now

Kitchen stinks now

Finally got the guts to saunter in and

Don a pair of gloves



And the janitor, sleeping in a drum

Janitor I've become



Bubbles, bristles, thorns and thistles

Liquid sticks to things

That never should be seen by anyone



Like the janitor, sleeping in a drum

Janitor I've become



And it amazes me how easily things go away

A chemical for every need

And someone else's problem when I leave



Is the janitor, sleeping in a drum

Janitor you'll become

You've become