Oscar's Junk Band Lyrics - 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