Lyrics Stick Out Your Can - Bob Margolin

Stick Out Your Can

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