I am your trash man-

Throw out all your trash today-

Clean out your mind today-

Please pass the weed

and please take some heed.

Take your fast glass guns and

throw them away.

There he goes, Hey

I just the Gypsy Bandit.



Gypsy talk-

She has been here 3 times and

the 4th time, she was emptied in from

the mouth of a Bottle.

Seems like I seen you somewhere before-

And her dog named pig had a red

neck shaped just like a cracker

dipped in rot hole.



Address 3rd trash can from the

left. That’s where I’ll be-

Just take all your blues

and throw them at my feet.

-Oh that’s what friends are for.

Yes I sing the blues for me and you.

Let me do changes and come back

and tell you. So it won’t be so hard

when it’s time for you to go through.



Anything is possible after an

embarrassing situation-



And once you take but all that

rubbish and hate and-

load it on my truck.

But don’t make me work late-

I am your trashman-

And don’t forget I also want

to live- not just survive-

I ain’t your Black Slave- Just

because I just might try to

wash out your mind- It’s up to

your friend-

To get up off your rusty behind.



And please pass me the peace weed,

and take some heed-

Throw all that mixed up speed

away- All that dirt is gonna clog and

hurt- man you reach 100 years old in a day-

I am your trashman-

I am your trashman-

I come to keep your houses clean.

I am the trashman-

Take out all your Dirty Blues and

dreams-

Well when I come around to

collect for the Bill,

that’s when I come around for

my pleasure kill...



I am the trashman

You must have seen me in

your T.V.

I’m here to clean up-

All your hang ups or

come downs, I’m gonna kill...

That’s my duty.

So please don’t try to make

me crawl up no hill.



May I whisper in your ear...

Say something you ought to hear...

Lots of people so dear

they’re getting hurt