I was walking through the country

And passing through lovely scenery

When I came upon some rotting remains

And though the carcass was wormy

Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning



And if I try hard I think that I will see

Some good behind all of this ugly



When my job was garbageman

I'd go out and empty the garbage cans

And I'd come upon some rotting remains

But we'd drive them outside town

And fill the land, and make hills that you could walk around on



And if I try hard I think that I will see

Some good behind all of this ugly



If I were born as a vulture

I'd fly out and circle high in the air

And I'd look out for rotting remains

And if they weren't quite dead yet

A little bite would help things so I could get started



And if I try hard I think that I will see

Some good behind all of this ugly