In junkyard society

We're repelled by all propriety

Humility and modesty

Good manners and sobriety

We always gulp our meat

Our coats are never neat

Alas, we lack all poise

We're full of natural noise

No pets you stroke and pat

You might as well be a cat

In junkyard society

We are the mutual un-elite

An underclass from our head to feet

Our deeds are spiteful

our mischief pure

We got a natural disorder

for which there's no cure

Down to the junkyard

Straight to the junkyard

Step to the junkyard

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The only one that you'll look out for
is you, yourself

Down in the junkyard

Check out the junkyard

Doin' the junkyard

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None of this play-it-safe house dog stuff
Our days are risky
Our nights are "ruff"
The peaceful life leaves us ill at ease
We're crude and loud in a crowd
And very proud of our fleas

Down at the junkyard
Check out the junkyard
Step to the junkyard
Straight to the junkyard
Doin' the junkyard
society rag