[Verse] A little cardboard tube from paper towels Empty jars stacked up in quiet rows A treasure trove of what you’d call trash But to me It’s gold that doesn’t clash [Prechorus] I might be strange But I’ve got a plan Reusing scraps like no one else can [Chorus] Call me a pack rat I don’t care I keep the odd stuff The world won’t spare From bottle caps to broken strings I find the magic in used up things [Verse 2] Takeout boxes Plastic and neat Perfect for leftovers or planting seeds The lid of a jar A button or two You see a mess I see something new [Prechorus] Stacks of oddities Piles of charm In my world Nothing can harm [Chorus] Call me a pack rat I don’t care I keep the odd stuff The world won’t spare From bottle caps to broken strings I find the magic in used up things [outro] Cardboard boxes stoke the fire. Till the oil burner gets a little higher So I can melt some aluminum cans Make something useful. Isn’t it grand? [repeating and fading] I’ll use it all until it’s gone I’ll use it all until it’s gone
