Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out Lyrics - Shel Silverstein

Oh Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out 

She'd wash the dishes and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams 

And though her parents would scream and shout 

She simply would not take the garbage out 

And so it piled up to the ceilings coffee grounds potato peelings 

Brown bananas and rotten peas chunks of sour cottage cheese 

It filled the can it covered the floor it cracked the windows and blocked the door 

With bacon rinds and chicken bones drippy ends of icecream cones 

Prone pits peach pits orange peel gloppy glumps of cold oat meal 

Pizza crust and withered greens soggy beans and tangerines 

Crust of black burned buttered toast gristly bits of beefy roast 

The garbage rolled on down the hall it raised the roof it broke the walls 

I mean greesy napkins cookie crumbs blobs of gooey bubble gum 

Cellophane from old baloney rubber blubbry macaroni 

Peanut butter caced and dry curdled off milk and crusts of pie 

Ridy melons dried up mustard eggs shells mixed with lemon custard 

Cold french fries and rancid meat yellow lumps of cream of wheat 

Uuh at last the garbage reached so high that finally it touched the sky 

And none of her friends would come to play and all the neighbors moved away 

And finally Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout said okay I'll take the garbage out 

But then of course it was too late the garbage reached across the state 

From New York to the Golden Gate and there in the garbage she did hate 

Poor Sahra met an awful fate then I cannot right now relate 

Because the hour is much too late 

But children remember Sylvia Stout and always take the garbage out