August 14th, 2009 (04:39 am)
current mood: songful
current song: The Man I Love
Someday he’ll come along
My garbage man
And he’ll be big and strong
My garbage man
And when he takes what’s left
My small front porch will be bereft
He’ll take away my junk
My garbage man
And he’ll be really prompt
My garbage man
And though it seems absurd
He’ll take it and not say a word
Maybe he’ll come pick up Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I’m sure he’ll pick up one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
And now strikes no more
My garbage man
He’s almost back to work
My garbage man
And with his overtime
He’s sure to not be short a dime
Maybe he’ll come pick up Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I’m sure he’ll pick up one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
Trash from my little home
Just meant for two
Has piled up so very long
It smells like poo
Now that the strike is past
My garbage man has come at last
Music by George Gershwin
Original Lyrics by Ira Gershwin
Above Lyrics Michael & Judith Lewis