Garbage In, Garbage Out

for Cristie for Zephyr
(Listen to the recording, to the tune of “High Hopes”)

When we hear that sound, and feel the rumbling ground,
We run out to the porch, and look around.

The garbage truck’s coming right up my street.
Driven by guys that I’d like to meet.
Everyone knows that the trash — man —
Does the best job he can!

’Cause we put garbage in, and he takes garbage out,
There’s old charcoal, broken barbells and a moldy trout.
And so at every stop he makes,
Every bin he takes,
Till they’re empty at last,
Whoops, there goes another dumpster of…
Whoops, there goes another dumpster of…
Whoops, there goes another dumpster of trash!

Where does it go, all the trash that we throw?
Let’s follow the truck, then we will know.

The garbage truck continues its route,
Picking up its bins full of loot.
Then when it’s full to the top — stop! —
It’s time to go make a drop!

’Cause they put garbage in, they’ll get the garbage out,
So the truck drives with the cars around the roundabouts,
And when they finally reach the dump,
Every bag goes “thump!”
On the top of the stack,
Whoops, there goes another dumpster of…
Whoops, there goes another dumpster of…
Whoops, there goes another dumpster of trash!