He walks in, with his annoying swagger
He greets you, a wink and finger gun
He sits down, and drops a platitude
And let’s you know, that he’s most definitely on your side...
You chat with Rob, he’s a decent bloke.
But you don’t agree with him, and that’s fine.
You nut it out, but he reveals to you that...
The little finger trigger puller’s gone and stabbed you in the back again...
They call him Janus.
He rubs everyone up the wrong way.
Always has something to say, to save his, face.
Janus...
He’s back again, with trigger finger ready.
He wants to say, how much tried.
He talked to Rob, and rammed your point home
So, you advise him that the rouse is up and watch his little face drop...
They call him Janus.
He rubs everyone up the wrong way.
Always has something to say, to save his, face.
Janus...
They call him Janus.
He rubs everyone up the wrong way.
Always has something to say, to save his, face.
His little face, Janus...
Lyrics by John Berry