G. Elgar

Through garbage dumps

He sought his game

The things thrown out

Were the things he gained

Back alley waste

And dirt from litter

He collected it all

And he ate it

For dinner... dinner... dinner...

Hooked on junk

Hooked on junk

Hooked on junk.. junk...junk...junk... junk

Sally looked in disgust

How could a man write such stuff

What about real life

What about the way things really are

What a gross person she was

Sally threw her head back

She began to up...up...

Upheave violently

Her guts tore from the sickening chore

Detecting something foul

She cried out for more bowel

"More bowel" she cried

"More bowel!"

She found her head

Lying in a bowl of toilet collectibles....

Collectibles....

Collectibles...

I could see she was sick

So i called her lawyer and ordered some

Hooked on junk

Hooked on junk

Hooked on junk.. junk...junk...junk... junk.