Bruce Hornsby - Take Out The Trash lyrics

This is an epic story Of low man's love and family pride But he's still awaiting A ride Looking for a wildest enemy Then only I know you can never care Man of the world and everywhere Get your hot pots in the pantry then I was called extraordinaire Waiting in a yellow crane Though you couldn't give a sh** This order that is heaven sent Take, take, take, take out the trash Take out the nasty pile of mash Watch out the baby gonna give you a rash Oh Lord, take out the trash You're such a big shot wannabe Pleading around for all to see I know you're special and very clean But you got to take out the daily greens Joking at explosives Langerous and listless Compelling out of more pep Expensive and explosive Take, take, take, take out the trash Take out the nasty pile of mash Take out the fallen grey hash Hey, take out the trash Watch it better how you stash Here's the chance to make a splash Take out the trash I am called extraordinaire Witty and eloquent Observing and a motive Expensive and explosive Take, take, take, take out the thrash Take out the nasty pile of mash Take out the fallen grey hash Hey, take out the trash Watch it better how you stash In some pocket and some cash Take out the trash Take out the trash Take out the trash Watch it, watch it Watch it stinking finger Don't smell your finger Your stinking finger Wallowing the funk Wallowing in the stink Your friend with red ink He's wallowing in the stink Keep wallowing in the stink Don't smell your finger, finger