I´m waiting for the junkman to call around today
Got some pictures of you, a memory or two
Gonna throw all that trash away


I´m waiting for the junkman, he can´t come soon enough
Gotta plenty of old shoes, a lots of old blues

Gonna get rid of all that stuff
Gonna wrap all your lies in a bundle
Gonna sit them by the side of the road

Then the old champ´s gonna grumble
When he sees such a great big load


Believe me when I tell you, I wouldn´t tell you wrong
You´d better change your ways, it never pays
To be too smart, my friend

´Cause the junkman will get you in the end