Three men doing the work they love,
Three beds unfolding from above.
Inside the Stanton Building did they roam,
And in the public restroom did they make their home.
A quiet life, but not without excitement,
A changeover would bring them all delightment.
Dispensing soap, a paper towel, bowl full of mints,
With care did they conceal all hints
Of the duality of their existence,
But only in this lifestyle could they find subsistence.
O, all the simple pleasures each of them enjoys,
They are, and will forever be, the Bathroom Boys.