Oscar`s Junk Band — текст песни (Sesame Street)

I know a lot of folks who are extremely loyal
To a banjo or a nice guitar
But I prefer a greasy can of olive oil
With a broken broom handle by far
Some people think the sound of a trombone`s devine
But I think wet paper and a comb are fine
So blow the soda bottle, let the soup cans crash
`Cause one guy`s treasure is another guy`s trash

In Oscar`s junk band, Oscar`s junk band
Stamp your muddy feet and clap your dirty hands
We`re gonna play the junkiest tune you can stand
Come on and hear Oscar`s junk band

Some music fans appreciate the pedal steel
Or a clarinet or violin
But me I love the sound of dried up orange peel
When you shake it in a sardine tin
You keep your tuba give me paper tubes to play
Don`t want a glockenspiel I want an ice-cube tray
We`d like it rusty, dusty, busted, bent or old
`Cause one gal`s garbage is another gal`s gold

In Oscar`s junk band, Oscar`s junk band
Stamp your muddy feet and clap your dirty hands
We`re gonna play the junkiest tune you can stand
Come on and hear Oscar`s junk band

We`re Oscar`s junk band, Oscar`s junk band
Stamp your muddy feet and clap your dirty hands
We`re gonna play the junkiest tune you can stand
Come on and hear Oscar`s junk band
Come on and hear Oscar`s junk band, oh yeah!
Come on and hear Oscar`s junk band