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Melissa Manchester

Junkyard Society Rag (from "Lady and the Tramp II" soundtrack)

 

Junkyard Society Rag (from "Lady and the Tramp II" soundtrack)


[Buster:]
In junkyard society
We're repelled by all propriety
Humility and modesty
Good manners and sobriety
We always gulp our meat
Our coats are never neat
Alas, we lack all poise
We're full of natural noise
No pets you stroke and pat
You might as well be a cat
In junkyard society

[All:]
Society

[Buster:]
We are the mutual un-elite
An underclass from our head to feet
Our deeds are spiteful
Our mischief pure
We got a natural disorder
For which there's no cure

Down to the junkyard
Straight to the junkyard
Step to the junkyard
Society rag

[Francois:]
That's where you're nobody's perfumed pet

[Sparky:]
Where you can wet where you want to wet

[Ruby:]
Where you put charity on the shelf

[Buster:]
The only one that you'll look out for
Is you yourself

[All:]
Down in the junkyard
Check out the junkyard
Doing the junkyard
Society rag

[Sparky:]
No distemper shots from the vet

[Ruby:]
Show your temper

[Sparky:]
Mean as you can get

[All:]
Down at the yard where we live and let

[Francois:]
Chaos and trouble
Oh, we do it double

[Buster:]
None of this play-it-safe house dog stuff
Our days are risky
Our nights are "ruff"
The peaceful life leaves us ill at ease
We're crude and loud in a crowd
And very proud of our fleas

[Mooch:]
I love this guy!

[All:]
Down at the junkyard
Check out the junkyard
Step to the junkyard
Straight to the junkyard
Doing the junkyard

[Sparky:]
Sing it, boy!

[All:]
Society rag!

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