I want to know the day custodian
I want to hear his harsh refrain
But most of all I hear the calling of the watchman afterhours
I want to be the night security
I want to own a tiny TV
With the sound turned down and no one around
I'll sing so very loud
I want to be the night security
I want to sleep right in my clothes
I want to open my eyes as people walk by
And whisper, "Who's that guy?"
My keychain is on the table
Its ma**ive size implies
The scope of what I'm able
To unlock any time
I want to be the night security
I want to sleep right in my clothes
I want to open my eyes as people walk by
And whisper, "Who's that guy?"