The Garbage Duck Lyrics

Every Tuesday morning she waddles down the street

Gray and red on big black feet

She picks up our garbage and proceeds to eat

All morning long

She doesn't quack quack but she goes beep beep

From house to house with a great big leap

Sometimes so early that I'm trying to sleep

Hearing her song

She's the garbage duck

She's the garbage duck

She's the size of a truck

You should wave hello

Gobbling empty cans and paper in her beak

Without fail she's on quite a streak

In different neighborhoods each day of the week

All the year long

In all kinds of weather she doesn't miss a beat

Eating apple cores like a delicate treat

Whether in the coldest cold or the heatest heat

Her breath is strong

She's the garbage duck

And with any luck

You'll hear her bellow

Hello right back to you