Another version from HERE:

GARBAGE MAN'S DAUGHTER

1. I'm in love with the garbage man's daughter,
Who lives down by the mill.
I love the smell of her garbage,
But her breath is sweeter still.

CH: Um slop slop. Um slop slop. Um slop slop.

2. Last night we strolled through the garbage,
Her greasy hand in mine,
Her clammy lips on the back of my neck,
Oh life is so divine.