Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be jannies
Don't cook 'em hot pockets or buy 'em laptops
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be jannies
'Cause they'll always stay home and they're always alone
And they got no one to love
A janny ain't easy to love
And he's harder to hold
He'd rather ban vidya discussion
Than polbait and blacked porn
Striped thigh high stockins and pink spinny skirts
His name'll be Lilith someday
If you can't understand him and he don't die young
He'll still work for no pay