I've been thinking lately of this song that my mother taught me as a child. The lyrics are:

I know a special someone you really ought to meet.
He comes most every day, up and down the street.
Should I be so bold as to ask him for a ride?
But mom says 'no, uh uh, he's not your type'.
But how I love him, even though he's a garbage man.

One day while he was cleaning up the garbage cans,
He dropped an old tomato and two old rusty nails.
I put them under my pillow, I sleep with them every night.
But still mom says 'uh uh, he's not your type!'
But how I love him, even though he's a garbage man.

My mother has no idea where she learned this song, and Google seems entirely unaware of its existence. Is anyone familiar with it? It sounds as if it's from the '50s, but then my mother sang everything as if it was written in the '50s. Any ideas?