Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy
And the janitor's boy loves me
He's going to hunt for a desert isle
In our geography

A desert isle with spicy trees
Somewhere near sheepshead bay
A right nice place, just fit for two
Where we can live alway

Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy
He's busy as he can be
And down in the cellar he's making a raft
Out of an old settee

He'll carry me off, I know that he will
For his hair is exceedingly red
And the only thing that occurs to me
Is to dutifully shiver in bed

The day that we sail, I shall leave this brief note
For my parents I hate to annoy
"I have flown away to an isle in the bay
With the janitor's red-haired boy. "