Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy,
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And the janitor's boy loves me;
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He's going to hunt for a desert isle
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In our geography.
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A desert isle with spicy trees
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Somewhere near Sheepshead Bay;
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A right nice place, just fit for two
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Where we can live always.
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Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy,
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He's busy as he can be;
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And down in the cellar he's making a raft
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Out of an old settee.
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He'll carry me off, I know that he will,
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For his hair is exceedingly red;
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And the only thing that occurs to me
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Is to dutifully shiver in bed.
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The day that we sail, I shall leave this brief note,
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For my parents I hate to annoy:
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"I have flown away to an isle in the bay
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With the janitor's red-haired boy."
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The Janitor's Boy
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| Natalie Merchant |
