Me and the Trash Can

Me and the Trash Can Here we are this evening, Just the two of us. We’ve never had an argument, we’ve never had a fuss, My little friend could tell a thousand tales. Yet he’s always silent, though a fearsome smell prevails. Here we are this evening, me and the trash can. He’s never asks a question, he’s quite a friend to man. I’m cold and lonesome, and it sure is dark and quiet. But the can’s the best company, that I can find tonight. He don’t try to borrow money, or give me advice. He only breeds the roaches and attracts the mice. Here we set this evening, He’s a stinker of a host. But we’re alone together, except for the lamp post.