I'm the garbage man piles and piles teetering on my trolley The truck stops here at the bottom of the food chain don't give a rat's ass, I mix recycling with the trash rolling my wagon 'round city hall clear benches with the stench plastic bags, metal box, diarrhea diapers and (probably) trace amounts of smallpox; now my hands are sticky with slime and sugar from someone's half-chewed cherry lollipop [chorus]I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man Here's a stack of crumpled tins unearthed remains of onion rings a little gold mine: a tenth-filled whiskey skin - who drunk the other nine? doesn't matter, I'm thirsty and it's mine I'm the garbage man and Crazy Lou keeps asking me the time excuse to strike up conversation - he's so lonely and he's never late Old Lou, he'll ask what's under the trash but I won't tell about my little stash and don't ever ask what's under the grate [chorus]I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man the garbage man Makeout kiddies make me smirk Skater Boy is a pain and there's a skinny punk writer I'd like to shove he sits on top of Receptacle 9 and pretends to fall in love I wore gloves but they slowed me down I wore noseplugs but only after work I realized how bad was the smell and I wore black shoes cuz they didn't scuff but smudge is least of my worries; you should see some of this radioactive stuff I don't know why they hired me, but no one will ever fire me unionized, boy sure don't take much brain but someone's got to haul the trash today and it won't be you and i guess it's me though it's hot and sweaty, and my supervisor Freddy doesn't even know my name I'm paid $25.50 an hour but brother it's not enough when you deal in shit you dream in diamonds and heaven's not enough [chorus]I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man I'm the garbage man the garbage man