I-am-Garbage-Guy

How can that guy dine?
Is he paid more than a dime?
Can he smell at all?
Hey look, it is a broken doll
What is inside his head?
Wonder if he wishes he was dead
Has he got any hair?
Why would I really care?

Looking throught the steel
Of our great garbage fields
'Cuz he travels all the time
With the filth of our kind

The smell haunts him
No more cares in this world
Planning to use the hose
Now he must plug his nose

Now it's a lime here
Along daipers and beer
Hamsters to their graves
He needs that money to save

The smell will haunt him
As we get out of our beds
Girls just dump him
They just look and cringe

He smells like the dead
Has to see the moldy bread
Coming as fast as he can
It's trash day once again