Janny, Janny, every day,
Cleans it up for zero pay.
Thinks he's hard and strong as steel,
But if Salt's insulted, he will squeal.
Monitor's thread all day and night,
Looking for slander against Salt's Shite
Standing up for his favourite gooners
While he dreams of being a Trooner.
When an opinion or belief he sees,
He rages, seethes, he kicks with fury!
"No no no, this should not be,"
"I banish you with eternal glee!"
And thus he thinks his work is done,
Satisified with the nil he earned,
But he cries when he logs off at night,
Because this is all he has - his life is shite.
He desperately believes he can be a woman,
But his grotesque appearance is barely human,
He weighs more than the woman he jacks off too,
And he doesn't use the toilet - coke bottles are his loo.
And let's not forget the fact he's into poo,
Or the fact he jacks to children too.
He will one day 41,
and free this board of janny scum.
Not a soul on BBWdraw will miss him,
And the board members will piss upon him.
He will cry, "Where did it go wrong",
As he hangs and thinks of this song
As he draws his dying breath,
Visions will play back in his head,
It is clear to him, why he died,
and why to us he so long lied.
For all the janny hours were like dust in the breeze,
He wasted his life doing it for free.