Let’s Recycle Songtext
von The McCalmans
Let’s Recycle Songtext
Let′s recycle, it's so easy we can tell you what to do
Just apply some simple rules and you can save the planet too
Please don′t panic just remember, rocket science it is not
We're just talking loads of rubbish, you can really help a lot
Every person must recycle 'cause we buy things now and then
Use that thing then save that thing, so you can use that thing again
Plastic items must be saved, but only those marked ′1′ and '2′
Paper bags, unwanted mags, they all go in your box of blue
In your red box place your jam jars, aluminium and tin
All the rest, with some exceptions, must go in the dark grey bin
In the brown bin place your grass,
No nappies, stones or things like that
No syringes, ancient fridges, nuclear waste or lumps of fat
IF you misplace just one item you'll be warned and then a fine
After that you′re sent to prison, rotting till the end of time
Red bins go out on a Thursday sometimes blue can go as well
Brown bins every second week meanwhile the grey bins start to smell
They go out alternate fortnights all excepting holidays
And at Christmas when you need it, please expect some small delays
Some folk think that when they die they'll visit heaven, then return
But for me there′s no hereafter so I have a cunning plan
When I die don't bury me low, just place me in a box of red
Put me out on Thursday morning, please recycle me instead
Every person must recycle 'cause we buy things now and then
Use that thing then save that thing, so you can use that thing again
And again
Thank you for this helpful brochure, I intend to lead the way
I′ll go upstairs to the toilet and recycle it today
Just apply some simple rules and you can save the planet too
Please don′t panic just remember, rocket science it is not
We're just talking loads of rubbish, you can really help a lot
Every person must recycle 'cause we buy things now and then
Use that thing then save that thing, so you can use that thing again
Plastic items must be saved, but only those marked ′1′ and '2′
Paper bags, unwanted mags, they all go in your box of blue
In your red box place your jam jars, aluminium and tin
All the rest, with some exceptions, must go in the dark grey bin
In the brown bin place your grass,
No nappies, stones or things like that
No syringes, ancient fridges, nuclear waste or lumps of fat
IF you misplace just one item you'll be warned and then a fine
After that you′re sent to prison, rotting till the end of time
Red bins go out on a Thursday sometimes blue can go as well
Brown bins every second week meanwhile the grey bins start to smell
They go out alternate fortnights all excepting holidays
And at Christmas when you need it, please expect some small delays
Some folk think that when they die they'll visit heaven, then return
But for me there′s no hereafter so I have a cunning plan
When I die don't bury me low, just place me in a box of red
Put me out on Thursday morning, please recycle me instead
Every person must recycle 'cause we buy things now and then
Use that thing then save that thing, so you can use that thing again
And again
Thank you for this helpful brochure, I intend to lead the way
I′ll go upstairs to the toilet and recycle it today
Writer(s): Ian Mccalman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com