Collects all our muck

The rubbish

The dirt, dust and grime

On Monday mornings

I'm sleeping and snoring

But it wakes me up every time

Then the yuck truck

Snorts up and sucks up

The junk

And crams it all in

It rattles

It bashes

It grates, grinds and crashes

The boxes, the bags and the bins

It shakes

It shudders

While squeaking breaks judder

It wobbles

And bobbles along

It's stinky

It's smelly

It took our old telly

You'll know that it here by its horrible pong

The yuck truck

Collects all the muck

'Cause that's what it was built to do

Wood, metal, plastic

Glass and elastic

Though some's now recycled to new

The yuck truck

It wheezes and whines

Swallows up refuse

The sludge and the slime

But still gets back to the depot by nine

Leaving my street looking shiny and clean

Fantastically fine

Plush and pristine

Till the same time next week

When it comes round again

Gobbling up the new garbage

That we've made by then

The yuck truck

Collects all our muck

The rubbish

The dirt, dust and grime

On Monday mornings

I'm sleeping and snoring

But it wakes me up every time