Hooked On Junk

Through garbage dumps
 He sought his game
 The things thrown out
 Were the things he gained.
 Back alley waste
 And dirt from litter
 He collected it all
 And he ate it for dinner, dinner, dinner.
 ed on junk
 ed on junk
 ed on junk, junk
 Junk, junk, junk.
 How could a man write such stuff
 What about real life
 What about the way things really are.
 What a gross person she was
 Sally threw her head back
 She began to up, up, upheave violently
 Her guts tore from the sickening chore.
 Detecting something foul
 She cried out for more bowel
 "More bowel", she cried
 "More bowel!"
 She found her head
 Lying in a bowl of toilet collectibles
 Collectibles
 Collectibles.
 I could see she was sick
 So I called her lawyer
 And ordered some
 (Quick, Quik)
 ed on junk
 ed on junk
 ed on junk
 Junk, junk, junk, junk...