Let's get up and make a stand
It’s time to appease the First World Man
He’s got his looks and he’s got his books
It’s time to hang the rich from hooks
It’s ragtime for nobility
A dirty call-to-arms
Get back to true civility
And the world of timeless charms
The Kings must bow their dying heads
The peasants must take back their bread
Get ready – it’s our time instead
To wake up in four-poster beds
It’s ragtime for nobility
A national parricide
Loot every last facility
And take this baby for a ride
Ragtime –
So flag down the junkman
It’s Depression-era bliss
All over, all over again
Let's get up and make a stand
It’s time to appease the Third World Man
Time to adopt his own green tongue
And carve tribal scars into our young
It’s ragtime for nobility
A bloody call-to-arms
A rite of male virility
In the face of modern bombs
Ragtime for nobility
Goodnight to the past
Conform each’s ability
To a new kinda social class
joe malone joe malone
he won't leave you all alone
dial 2826741 on your phone
and he'll come throw you a bone
never fails to set the tone
that your hearing on your own
a gospel song like johnny cash
a legend lost a foot in a crash
but still he always finds a stash
of junk you threw out in the trash
so maybe if u need a hand
ask him and he'll understand
az he's junking cross the land
nothing ever set to plan
so if you have a dirty pile
he come help you with a smile
as he walks hiz endless mile
2826741 come on dial
the junkman that you all adore
working hard from shore to shore
he feed ya too at hiz front door
and keep you coming back for more