Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout Lyrics - Tori Amos

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout 

Would not take the garbage out 

She'd scour the pots and scrap the pans 

Candy the yams and spice the hams 

And though her daddy would scream and shout 

She simply would not take the garbage out 

And so it pulled up to the ceilings 

Coffee grounds, potato peelings 

Brown bananas, rottens peas 

Chunks of sour cottage cheese 

It filled the can it covered the floor 

It cracked the window and blocked the door 

With bacon rinds and chicken bones 

Drippy ends of ice cream cones 

Prunes pits, peach pits, orange peel 

Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal 

Pizza crusts and withered greens 

Soggy beans and tangerines 

Crusts of black burned butter toast 

Grisly bits of beefy roasts 

The garbage rolled on down the hall 

It raised the roof, it broke the wall 

Greesy napkins, cookie crumbs 

Glops of gooey bubble gum 

Celaphane from green bologni 

Rubbery blubbery macaroni 

Peanut butter caked and dry 

Curdled milk and crusts of pie 

Moldy melons, dried up mustard 

Egg shells mixed with lemon custard 

Cold french fries and rancid meat 

Yellow lumps of cream-of-wheat 

At last the garbage reached so high 

That finally it touched the sky 

All the neighbors moved away 

And none of her friends would come to play 

And finally Sarah 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 Sarah met an awful fate 

That I cannot right now relate 

Because the hour is much to late 

But, children, remember Sarah Stout 

And always take the yummy garbage out 

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