Take Out The Trash Lyrics - Bruce Hornsby

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 shit 

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