Ghost Janitor Testo

He's the Ghost Janitor
This is his story...
It was a dark night in the parking lot
As he was picking up trash
A garbage bin came down from the sky
And landed on him with a crash
So sweep on, Ghost Janitor
You've got brooms for hands, but we understand
So sweep on
You know that he's near when you see the plastic bag
Roll by you like a tumbleweed
Don't try to stop it, though you will pass on
He'll be there for eternity
So sweep on, Ghost Janitor
You've got brooms for hands, but we understand
So sweep on...Ghost Janitor