Aunty Mary’s Trashcan

Lyrics

Moldy bread and fish's head Paper shapes, half-eaten grapes A piece of stone and a piece of rock Something that used to be a grandfather clock And something else that could be a pan All put into Aunty Mary's trashcan Old tin cans, they're by the score The rusty pins count three times more A bottle of perfume and a bar of soap Empty bottles all labeled "Dope" And something that looks like a tin of dark tan All put into Aunty Mary's trashcan Not much room for anything else A broken vase that fell off the shelf A bit of this and a little bit of that The bones of a bird eaten by our cat Too many things with colours which have ran All put into Aunty Mary's trashcan