Yard Sale Song

Five o'clock in the morning I'm headed out the door

I've rifled through the want ads I've plotted my course

I'm going to hit every yard sale in record time

I'll be there standing in line check it out

I bought a coffee maker it had no carafe

I don't know why I bought it I bought a singing giraffe

A dish made for butter golf clubs with no putter

My house is full to the top can't bring myself to stop

If I had a dime for every time that I would just buy and didn't know why

I'd be living on easy street my life would be prime