©2006 polar levine--sine language music/BMI
CHORUS: I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................Garbage Man
Laugh lines drip down Botox face
That's me, baby, parkin' in your private space
Got a tickly throat and some dental floss for the
Pits from the fruit of your special sauce
Amour mama, and a sleek toupee
Better save your coupons
Where the hound dogs pray
So let's sit around and uh...chase our tails
You can rev your Jetson on my monorail
Go 'head and eat that stanky gourmet cheese
I;m gonna eat that chicken
You holdin' 'tween your knees
CHORUS: I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................Garbage Man
....................I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................Garbage Man
....................I spit more trash
....................Than your tv can
Get me on your talk show Feed me any line
I spin my mojo where the sun don't shine
I can whistle Dixie You ain't heard nothin' yet
Like that Fox who's howlin' on your tv set
I'm howlin' sweeter than Wolf or john cocaine
Where the hills are alive like Kurt Cobain
I'm smokin' TNT, drinkin' liquid spite
I hope the FCC start a fight
CHORUS: I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................Garbage Man
....................I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................I am, I am
....................Garbage Man
....................I spit more trash
....................Than your tv can
....................Well, The Fathers don't know
....................But Mrs. Neilson understand
