Smooth Sweepin' Torrington

Yeah, yeah He's got

the keys

to the town (uh-huh)

Down in Torrington, high school hall

He’s spinning the mop,

leaning on the wall Got a swagger in his step,

khaki pants fit tight

Keeping the floors looking sparkling bright (ooh-yeah)

He’s the custodian of cool

(hah) Spinning the keychain,

ruling the school From the gym floor to the main entry door

Nobody sweeps it quite like him before

He’s listening to classics on his headphones high

Winking at the teachers as they hurry on by

Got a waxer that he glides like a golden limousine

Torrington High has never been so clean (so clean!)

He’s the custodian of cool

(hah) Spinning the keychain,

ruling the school

From the gym floor to the main entry door

Nobody sweeps it quite like him before

Late Friday night under the fluorescent glow

He switches on the radio and starts his own show (grooving!)

Yeah,

spin those keys Torrington's finest,

doing what he please

(sweep it up!)