Stick Out Your Can - Bob Margolin

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Well, what did the fish say to the eel?

The more you wiggle, baby, the better it feels

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Well, I got a little woman.

she waddles like a duck

She can’t cook but she sure loves to «sew»

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Well, I ain’t no feather-plucker, but I’m the feather-plucker's son

I can pluck your feathers till the feather-plucker comes

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Daddy sent Sister out to milk the cow

But she must have got a hold of the bull somehow

Mama, mama, come here quick

Sister got hold of the bull’s (he bends a bass note on guitar)

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

I’d like to thank you for putting up with us

Heres a little reminder just in case:

Don’t stick your finger where you wouldn’t stick your face

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman

Stick out your can.

Here comes the garbageman