The Yuck Truck
Collects all our muck
The rubbish
The dirt, dust and grime
On Monday mornings
I'm sleeping and snoring
But it wakes me up every time

Then the Yuck Truck
Snorts up and sucks up
The junk
And crams it all in
It rattles
It bashes
It grates, grinds and crashes
The boxes, the bags and the bins

It shakes
It shudders
While squeaking breaks judder
It wobbles
And bobbles along
It's stinky
It's smelly
It took our old telly
You'll know that it's here by its horrible pong

The Yuck Truck
Collects all the muck
'Cause that's what it was built to do
Wood, metal, plastic
Glass and elastic
Though some's now recycled to new

The Yuck Truck
It wheezes and whines
Swallows up refuse
The sludge and the slime
But still gets back to the depot by nine
Leaving my street looking shiny and clean
Fantastically fine
Plush and pristine
Till the same time next week
When it comes round again
Gobbling up the new garbage
That we've made by then

The Yuck Truck
Collects all our muck
The rubbish
The dirt, dust and grime
On Monday mornings
I'm sleeping and snoring
But it wakes me up every time