Hey sitty man’ger, pal o’ mine!
Won’t you be my valentine?
We never new which day was
pickup.
It was unpredicable as a hickcup.
We never new, we never new, no way.
But now it’s definit: pickup
is no day.
We never new when they’d be
here.
Or off sumwears havin’ a
beer.
But now with you we can rust ashured.
Our sitty trash probplums sugar cured.
Because sitty gov'men's on the fritz
Our overflowin ’ trash jest sits and sits.
Snuffy Smith
