The Beating of a High School Janitor

Mop, mop, mop
All day long
Mop, mop, mop
While I sing this song
Gonna wax the floor
Gonna make it shine
Gonna take of the spray paint
With turpentine
«Hey! Don’t walk there! I just mopped!»
«Hey!»
«Get offa me!»
«That's my bucket!»
«Let go of my side burns!»