Garbage - Big Bird, Pete Seeger

Mister Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potato

(Then) he leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin

The busboy comes and takes it, with a cough contaminates it

(And he) puts it in a can with coffee grounds and sardine tins

And the truck comes by on Friday and carts it all away

A thousand trucks just like it are converging on the Bay

Oh, Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage

We’re filling up the seas with garbage

What will we do when there’s no place left

To put all the garbage

Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac and winds it down the freeway track

Leaving friends and neighbors in a hydrocarbon haze

He’s joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars

There to form a seething cloud that hangs for thirty days

And the sun licks down into it with an ultraviolet tongue

(Till it) turns to smog and then it settles in our lungs

Oh, Garbage, garbage

We’re filling up the sky with garbage

Garbage, garbage

What will we do, when there’s nothing left to breathe but garbage

Getting home and taking off his shoes he settles with the evening news

While the kids do homework with the TV in one ear

While Superman for thousandth’s time sell talking dolls and conquers crime

(They) dutifully learn the date of birth of Paul Revere

In the paper there’s a piece about the mayor’s middle name

(And) he gets it done in time to watch the all-star bingo game

Oh, Garbage

We’re filling up our minds with garbage

What will we do when there’s nothing left to read

And there’s nothing left to need

There’s nothing left to watch

There’s nothing left to touch

There’s nothing left to walk upon

And nothing left to ponder on

Nothing left to see

And nothing left to be but garbage

In Mr. Thompson’s factory they’re making plastic Christmas trees

Complete with silver tinsel and a geodesic stand

The plastic’s mixed in giant vats, from some conglomeration that’s

Been piped from deep within the Earth, or strip-mined from the land

And if you ask them questions they say «why don’t you see?

It’s absolutely needed for the economy.»

Oh, garbage, garbage, garbage

Their stocks and their bonds all garbage

What will they do when their system go to smash

There’s no value to their cash

There’s no money to be made

That there’s a world to be repaid

Their kids will read in history book

About financiers and other crooks

And feudalism and slavery

And nukes and all their knavery

To history’s dustbin they’re consigned

Along with many other kinds of garbage