Garbage! (The ! is part of the title!) Copyright (c) 1969 Whitfeld Music (BMI) All rights reserved Bill Steele - Mister Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potato Then he leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin The busboy comes and takes it, with a cough contaminates it As he puts it in a can with coffee grounds and sardine tins Till the truck comes by on Friday and carts it all away And a thousand trucks just like it are converging on the Bay Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage What will we do when there's no place left To put all the garbage Mr Thompson starts his caddilac and winds it up the freeway track Leaving friends and neighbors in a hydrocarbon haze He's joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars There to form a seething cloud that hangs for thirty days While the sun licks down upon it with its ultraviolet tongues Till it turns to smog and settles down and ends up in our lungs Garbage, garbage We're filling up the sky with garbage Garbage, garbage What will we do When there's nothing left to breathe but garbage Getting home and taking off his shoes he settles down with evening news While the kids do homework with the TV in one ear While Superman for thousandth time sell talking dolls and conquers crime They dutifully learn the date of birth of Paul Revere In the paper there's a piece about the mayor's middle name And he gets it done in time to watch the all-star bingo game Garbage, garbage We're filling up our minds with garbage Garbage, garbage What will we do when there's nothing left to read And there's nothing left to hear And there's nothing left to need And there's nothing left to wear (that way it sort of rhymes. What will we do when there's nothing left to read In the paper there's a piece about the mayor's middle nameĪnd he gets it done in time to watch the all-star bingo game They dutifully learn the date of birth of Paul Revere While the kids do homework with the TV in one ear Getting home and taking off his shoes he settles down with When there's nothing left to breathe but garbage Till it turns to smog and settles down and ends up in our lungs While the sun licks down upon it with its ultraviolet tongues There to form a seething cloud that hangs for thirty days He's joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars It is mostly to drown out neighborhood noises, trucks picking up trash, cars turning on and off, dogs barking, etc. It has to be instrumental, the less tempo/instruments, the better. Leaving friends and neighbors in a hydrocarbon haze rankinwrites I cannot listen to anything with lyrics. Mr Thompson starts his caddilac and winds it up the freeway track What will we do when there's no place left Till the truck comes by on Friday and carts it all awayĪnd a thousand trucks just like it are converging on the Bay Picking cans up off the ground Garbage trucks Sometimes when I wake up early in the morning I hear a monster sound I look out the window and theres a garbage truck Picking cans up off the ground It empties the can and puts it back down Then drives away so loud Garbage trucks Garbage. The busboy comes and takes it, with a cough contaminates itĪs he puts it in a can with coffee grounds and sardine tins Garbage trucks Garbage trucks Driving through the town. Bones This a crim beat Yung Christ 5-9 DJ crim with that 808 Wor The Backseat Lovers I still have your picture on the wall I still have The lyrics can frequently be found in the comments below or by filtering for lyric videos. Then he leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin Lil Garbage Truck Lyrics We have lyrics for Maple Syrup by these artists: uicideboy Feat. He's all furry from his ears to his toes.Bill Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potato He's a gentle fellow with a twitchy nose, It's a little hoot owl with his owl eyesight It's a little hoot owl with his owl eyesight! Use actions on each line that is appropriate. There’s a train and it rides, through the town and the countryside.Īnd where it goes, nobody knows but it always ends up here.Īnd the engine goes, “Chugga, chugga, chugga.” The Wheels on the Bus The wheels on the bus go round and round Round and round Round and round The wheels on the bus go round and round All through the town The (people, horn, wipers, money, babies, mommies, etc.) Smokestack on the back, back, back, back. Little red caboose behind the train, train, train, train.Ĭoming ‘round the track, track, track, track. Little Red Caboose Little red caboose, chug, chug, chug. Firetruck Song Hurry, hurry, drive the firetruck. Jump down, turn around, pick up the garbage. Jump down, turn around, throw it in the truck. We’re gonna jump down, turn around, pick up the garbage. Dial 9-1-1 Garbage Truck We’re on our way to _’s house
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