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.
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