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You ain't no punk, you punk
You wanna talk about the real junk?
If I ever said S#!@ I'd be banned
Cos' I'm the Garbageman
Well, you can't dig me
You can't dig nothin'
Do you want the real thing
Or are you just talkin'?
Do you understand?
I'm the Garbageman
Well, it's up from the garage
And down the driveway
Now get out of your mind
Or get out of my way
Now do you understand?
Now do you understand?
Louie, Louie, Louie, Lou-I
The birds the word and do you know why?
You gotta beat it with a stick
You gotta beat it til' its thick
You gotta live until you're dead
You've got to rock til' you see red
Now do you understand?
Now do you understand?
I'm the Garbageman
Yeah, It's just what you need when you're down in the dumps
One half hillbilly and one half punk
Eight long legs
One big mouth
The hottest from the North to come out of the South
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
Hoo! I can't lose with the stuff I use
And you don't choose no substitute
So stick out your can
Cos' I'm the Garbageman
Louie, Louie, Louie, Lou-I
The birds the word and do you know why?
You gotta beat it with a stick
You gotta beat it til' its thick
You gotta live until you're dead
You've got to rock til' you see red
Now do you understand?
Hmmm?
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
Alright, now go!
(Pick it up, man)
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