SITTIN' ON A RUBBISH CAN
Words by Bob Schafer and Nelson A. Shawn, music by Johnny Burke, ©1931.
As recorded by Julia Gerity and Her Boys.

No one to walk with,
No one to talk with,
No one to call my man,
Heartsick and lonesome,
All by my ownsome,
Sittin' on a rubbish can.

No one to pet with,
Try and forget with,
Ever since I began.
I made my mind up
That I would wind up
Sittin' on a rubbish can.

He's and she's give me the breeze.
I know what their glances mean:
"Why don't you just hop right in
And help keep the city clean?"

No one to tease me,
No one to squeeze me,
I don't fit in life's plan.
Oh, hell! and so on.
Why must I go on
Sittin' on a rubbish can?

[Instrumental break.]

No one to neck with,
And raise some heck with,
I'm just an also-ran.
I'm getting static
Up in my attic,
Sittin' on a rubbish can.

No one to kiss me,
Do that and miss me.
What good is my divan?
Gee, it's a burn-up
To think I'd turn up
Sittin' on a rubbish can.

So I sing a song of love.
No one ever hears my song.
I could even love a moron,
Even a peepin' tom.

No one to ride with,
To sit beside with,
I'm in a swell sedan.
Believe me, sisters,
I'm getting blisters
Sittin' on a rubbish can.