Your dustman will bring his van and take your rubbish if he can
Put it in your wheelie bin, the nut shell day shell sea shell door bell,
Then with luck he'll take your muck and put it on his garbage truck
A watering can a rusty pram some bottles and a frying pan
If you find it
Doesn't open up, be surprised
He wont flirt cos
He might have been privatised
But make sure you
Leave him out a Christmas tip
Or he might just
Use your garden for a skip and you will find it in a tip with fish and chips and broken
Zips And cycle clips and bits and bits of walnut whips
Last Saturday my aunty Florrie chased a council lorry
It ran over her geraniums
And she, in a panic, told him where he got a vantage
When he shot off in a cloud of dust
But this, left her with a bin full, so she had a skin full
Took the whole lot up the council offices
And dumped, Fish heads on the mayors new Ford Granada
Should have bought a Lada, serves him flipping right
So the next time your about to chuck a rotten cabbage out
Think about those brave young men who put up with your smelly rubbish
Then when things are looking grim
That's when your bill for rates come in
Its no sin, have a fling, in the spring, with a grin
Chuck the thing, in the bin, get the thing, round the garden
Follow with a gin and tonic
Then, Mrs in the Spring time, when it get to bin time
Do the Can Can for your local dustman and you might
Get him all excited, he will be delighted
Whip you out an extra rubbish bag
So lets, have a celebration, shout it to the nation
Let the most devoted men in all the world
Have luck, who cart away what you discarded
And they're disregarded, think of what
Life would be like without them emptying your bin
Soon there'd be garbage piling right up to your chin
And that was somewhere pretty thin
Cos you'd get warts and lose your skin
And life would really be so grim
So load your dustbin to the brim
And stand to face the old town hall
To thank the dustmen one and all --------------------!