It's been a mystery, and still you try to see
How you can gather so much junk
your garage is filled, into the yard it's spilled
Then there's the garbage in your trunk

Saturday at eight
Tables are lined up straight
I wonder who's yard sale'n now
Two saucers without cups
Who's gonna pick them up
Wonder who's yard sale'n now

Here come the early birds, waitin' at the curb
Ready to pounce on what you've got
They're gonna rummage round and try to talk you down
A few pennies always mean so much

Saturday at eight, tables are lined up straight
Wonder who's yard sale'n now
Some things you've never used, some things you've abused
Wonder who's yard sale'n now

Only so much junk they can buy
Til the afternoon's over
And now you can say we'll see you
Next July