The Happy Tile Cleaner

love my tile!
Use a toothbrush, scrub it clean,
Make it shiny so that it reflects your smile.
And when I’m through,
Go outside and scrub the hallway
Where somebody scuffed it with their tennis shoe.
¡Yo quiero tile!
(Spanish verse, which Weston needs to transcribe here…)
Long time ago back in ancient rome they had tile floors beneath their domes,
mosaics big and pretty.
Later on in ancient Byzantine («tien» like tie) they had a sleek ceramic shine
from tile in their city.
Pizza.
Comes from an Italian spot cooked in ovens blazing hot with tile in their belly
And your mothers brand new kitchen floor has high-tech fancy tile galore so
messy spills won’t rot and get smelly.
If we had no tile, we’d have no (insert things with tile, spoken)
If we had no tile, we’d have no fast food restraunts to make us food.
I love my tile
I love my tile
I love my tile
I love my tile
I love my tile