Oscar's Junk Band

I know a lot of folks who are extremely loyal

To a banjo or a nice guitar

But I prefer a greasy can of olive oil

With a broken broom handle by far

Some people think the sound of a trombone's devine

But I think wet paper and a comb are fine

So blow the soda bottle, let the soup cans crash

'Cause one guy's treasure is another guy's trash



In Oscar's junk band, Oscar's junk band

Stamp your muddy feet and clap your dirty hands

We're gonna play the junkiest tune you can stand

Come on and hear Oscar's junk band



Some music fans appreciate the pedal steel

Or a clarinet or violin

But me I love the sound of dried up orange peel



When you shake it in a sardine tin

You keep your tuba give me paper tubes to play

Don't want a glockenspiel I want an ice-cube tray

We'd like it rusty, dusty, busted, bent or old

'Cause one gal's garbage is another gal's gold



In Oscar's junk band, Oscar's junk band

Stamp your muddy feet and clap your dirty hands

We're gonna play the junkiest tune you can stand

Come on and hear Oscar's junk band



We're Oscar's junk band, Oscar's junk band

Stamp your muddy feet and clap your dirty hands

We're gonna play the junkiest tune you can stand

Come on and hear Oscar's junk band

Come on and hear Oscar's junk band, oh yeah!

Come on and hear Oscar's junk band