Well there's jelly with stuff in it
It's sure so whiffy
It needs to be
In the swarming hole that is our bin

The flies are all around it
It's hard to stand
Scrape with my hand
Ah but I have to put it in the bin

As the sun hails in the sky
They come for a while
It's their trial
And everywhere they look, our bins to find

For to do their job now
Makes town a sweeter thing
And stops smelling
Ah, Out! We have to try to catch 'the bins'

Whiffy whiffy whiffy whiffy whiffy etc

Some brains and some tea leaves and pears
Mixed with hair
Can't breathe the air
We need the bin men on their daily grind

For cruisin' on their cart
It makes us smell free
Honestly
And so we must be sure to catch 'the bins'

And so we must be sure to catch 'the bins'