Lyrics

Well, he's got rubbish, check it and see
He's got bone china from 1933
Come on Tony, why'd you look so askance?
At that rubbish, at that rubbish?

Tony's gonna lose his mind, over this trash that's been enshrined
Overrunning his home
Let me lay it on the line your neurosis is borderline
Tell me, are you crazed Tony? You sure sound that way to me

Well, he's got rubbish, floor to ceiling
He's wants to throw out every single thing
Come on Tony, you're in some kinda trace
Cause you got rubbish, you got rubbish