Trash Day

NOTE: Lyrics in ITALICS were sung by a female voice.
NOTE: "***" represent a sound effect similar to throwing up (twice).

Lyrics:

It's rotten (rotten, rotten, rotten)
So rotten here (here, here, here)
So rotten (rotten, rotten, rotten) (uh)
Oh

It was like, the last day before trash day (uh)
My place was gettin' kinda nas-tay (uh)
Even though the garbage I knew would reek
(You know) Thought that I could leave it for one more week

Then, um, I'm takin'
Birthday cake 'n'
(Oh) Chili and greasy old bacon
Throw it all on top of the mess I been makin'
Wife's so mad, she starts to shakin'

Leaky bag, 'n' now that girl is gaggin'
She's naggin'
"I need you to get that stuff off the kitchen floor" (uh)
"Is that too much to ask you for?" (oh)

But I see no reason why
Can't let a few more weeks go by (uh uh)
And now garbage is piled up high
And buddy, you should see the flies
I said ...

There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose, oh
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out) (uh uh uh uh)
Oh, boy there's a lot in here (a lot)
And every day it grows
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out) (uh uh uh uh)
Make ya wanna throw up

Look at all this garbage I keep generatin'
(Come on) I sit around all day and watch it biodegradin'
Bet there's a hundred health codes that I'm violatin'
Even my dog passed out and needed resuscitatin'

You won't believe it, take a whiff of that aroma
Sure to put you in a coma
It's so messy, can't find my toenail clippers
It so bad the roaches wearin' slippers

Warm, (uh) sweaty (uh) clothes piled up in this joint
Stand up by themselves at this point
It's so filthy, now baby, I can't lie
I wipe my feet before I go outside

I wonder what crawled in here and died
(You know) Walkin' 'round barefoot, I'd be terrified
But it gives me stuff to talk about with my friends
Like, "Hey, I think them rats gettin' big!"
Oh

There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose, oh
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out) (uh uh uh uh)
Oh, look what we got in here (now what?)
Let's watch it decompose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out) (uh uh uh uh)

Make ya wanna throw up
With a little bit a ***, and a little bit a ***
Make me wanna throw up
It makes ya wanna ***, just makes ya wanna ***
Oh

Some Lysol, some Comet
I got a mop and it's got your name on it
(What?) I'm just kiddin', doggone it
(Oh) Unless you gonna do it

Careful not to (eh?) breathe the fumes
Check it, garbage piles are goin' all the way to the bathroom
Turn into toxic waste sometime this afternoon
Better get a Hazmat suit and a push broom
Oh

There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose, oh
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out) (uh uh uh uh)
Oh, it's gone to pot in here (to pot)
Bring out the firehose, oh
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out) (uh uh uh uh)

Make ya wanna throw up
With a little bit a ***, and a little bit a ***
Make me wanna throw up
Give a little bit a ***, and a tiny bit a ***

Make ya wanna throw up
Mix a little bit a *** with a molecule a ***
Make me wanna throw up
It makes me wanna *** (aw, eww), just makes me wanna *** [hock] [spit]
Oh



Trash Day is the third (3rd) song on the "Poodle Hat" album. It is a parody of "Hot In Herre" by Nelly with original lyrics by "Weird Al" Yankovic.

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