Lyrics

Can you all tolerate just one more clutter jingle? Now we're just hoarding.

Lotsa stuff that was given by my mamma
Other flotsam that was left here by my daughter
Couple dozen of these demitasse and saucers
What am I supposed to do with all these platters?

What I’ve got I wanna get it out of my place
What I’ve got I wanna get away from my face
What I’ve got don’t wanna see it leave a small trace
Burning with a yearning to begin to incinerate

I bet you thought I was something of a miser
All my cupboards loaded up with Kind Bars
A free sandwich is the height of my desire
Isn’t that the motto of the House of Kornheiser?

Throw it away Throw it away Throw it away now
Throw it away Throw it away Throw it away now
Throw it away Throw it away Throw it away now
Living like a guy from Queens and not Long Island . . .

Paintings pile up on a weekly basis
Even golf clubs are detritus
I’ve indulged my material excess
Take this junk from me? Oh hell yes!

Send a present and I’ll just be spiteful
Wanna dump the wedding gifts for Michael
To declutter is the key to my survival
Can’t somebody teach me how to recycle?

Bob Ryan quintessential writer
Bob Ryan keeping things tidy
Bob Ryan dustin’ every Friday
Probably framed his doctorate quite nicely

Throw it away Throw it away Throw it away now
Throw it away Throw it away Throw it away now
Throw it away Throw it away Throw it away now
Oooooooooooh, hell yeah!


After "Give it Away" by Men in Socks