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the junkman

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

Copyright © jeremy siedlecki | Year Posted 2016

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