Lyrics to
Garbage Dump
Oh garbage dump oh garbage dump
Why are you called a garbage dump
Oh garbage dump oh garbage dump
Why are you called a garbage dump
You could feed the world with my garbage dump
You could feed the world with my garbage dump
You could feed the world with my garbage dump
That sums it up in one big lump
When you're livin' on the road
And you think sometimes you're starvin'
Get on off that trip my friend
Just get in them cans and start carvin'
Oh garbage dump my garbage dump
Why are you called my garbage dump
Oh garbage dump my garbage dump
Why are you called my garbage dump
TALK:
There's a market basket an' a A&P
I don't care if de box boys are starin' at me
I don't even care who wins de war
SING:
I'll be in dem cans behind my favorite store
Garbage dump oh garbage dump
Why are you called a garbage dump
Garbage dump oh garbage dump
That sums it up, in one big lump
TALK:
I claim all these garbage dumps
In the name of
SING:
(The garbage pickers of America)
(The garbage pickers of America)
(The garbage pickers of America)
TALK:
Oh but it smells
Oh pew ... yeow
So just who was the author of this little ditty?
Why none other than that great humanist, Charles Manson. Really.
