Jack White - Rag and Bone lyrics

Jack: Mmm... Meg: Rag and bone! Jack: Rag and bone! Meg: Rag and bone! Jack: Rag-a bone! Meg, look at this place Meg: What? Ooh... Jack: Well, this place is like a mansion. It's like a mansion, look at all this stuff Meg: I don't know... Jack: Look, I see something over there Meg: Ooh... Jack: Man Well Can't you hear us yelling "rag and bone"? Bring out your junk And we'll give it a home A broken trumpet Or a telephone A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon C'mon and give it to me Yeah A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon C'mon and give it to me Rag and bone, rag and bone A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon C'mon and give it to me All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones Jack: Well, man, look at all this, you don't want it? Meg: Mmm. Ooh. I can use that Jack: You sure you don't want it, man? I can use... Meg: Mmm-hmm Jack: Take it. It's just things that you don't want I can use 'em. Meg can use 'em Meg: Mmm-hmm Jack: We can do something with 'em. We'll make something out of 'em Meg: Mmm-hmm Jack: Make some money out of 'em at least Meg: Mmm-hmm. This fits me perfect. Give it to me Jack: Hey, if you ain't gonna use it, just give it to us. We'll give it a home Well Have you got something shiny for me? Anybody got a Christmas tree? Can you part with a toilet seat? A jump up, a jump up,a jump up C'mon and give it to me Rag and bone We wanna get it granny While it's hot You think it's trash granny But it's not A we'll be taking Whatever you got A give up, a give up, a give up Come on and give it to me Whoo! All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones Meg: I saw some stuff in your yard, are you going to give it to us... Jack: Aw, Meg, don't be rude Meg: ...or not? Jack: They might need it. If you don't want it, we'll take it. If you don't want to give it to us, we keep walking by. We keep going, we're not tired, but got plenty of places to go, lots of home we ain't been to yet. On the west side, the southwest side, Middle East, rich house, dog house, outhouse, old folks house. House for unwed mothers, halfway homes, catacombs, twilight zones. Looking for Technics turntables to gramophones. So take a last lick of your ice cream cone, and lock up what you still want to own. But please be kind... Meg: Take your time Jack: ...and don't rewind Meg: That's fine All of your pretty Your pretty little rags and bones Yeah! Your pretty little rags and bones A jump up, a jump up, a jump up C'mon and give it to me Ah, ah, oh, your pretty little rags and bones A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon C'mon and give it to us Yeah, 'eah, 'eah Ah, yeah Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah!