Rubbish

Junkman, lives in a garbage can
You know he always puts his horse before his cart
Day by day, up on a ???
Although his aims are poor he still can throw his dart
Junkman will buy or trade most anything
An old bass drum to a diamond ring
There he goes, wearing his junky clothes
Scratching his itchy nose and feeling like a king

Rubbish is his thing, of rubbish he is king
Of rubbish things he really knows
In rubbish he will creep, in rubbish he will sleep
Of rubbish he may overdose

Junkman, doing the best he can
You know he always starts the day out with a nod
Daybreak, up with a bellyache
You know the way he lives is really very odd
Junkman will wheel or deal most any time
The things he'll do you know is just a crime
There he goes, wearing his junky clothes
Scratching his itchy nose and feeling mighty fine

Rubbish is his thing, of rubbish he is king
Of rubbish things he really knows
In rubbish he will creep, in rubbish he will sleep
Of rubbish he may overdose

Rubbish is his thing, of rubbish he is king
Of rubbish things he really knows
In rubbish he will creep, in rubbish he will sleep
Of rubbish he may overdose

Junkman, lives in a garbage can
You know he always puts his horse before his cart
Day by day, up on a ???
Although his aims are poor he still can throw his dart
Junkman will buy or trade most anything
An old bass drum to a diamond ring
There he goes, wearing his junky clothes
Scratching his itchy nose and feeling like a king

Rubbish is his thing, of rubbish he is king
Of rubbish things he really knows
In rubbish he will creep, in rubbish he will sleep
Of rubbish he may overdose