level description:
yo its mitch. imagine youre the maid and out of work. you pick up shifts at the local middle school bein a janitor and what ever. this song is sung by the inner turmoil of that maid. he/she dont know what to do. the voice in the back of her head chants and comments on the filth. word
lyrics:
mustard
ketchup
custard
ranch sup
uncrustables
lunchables
gift it a rest
want a taste test?
note pads
joke fads
pens
friends
paul frank
foul stank
dumb shoe
gum residue
who am i
pretending to be?
(a janitor)
doomed n what not(x2)
tots rot
students got nothin
cuz its indeed about a mood ive found