Sesame Street - Oscar's Junk Band Lyrics
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
