Meg can use 'em, we can do something with 'em
A broken trumpet or a telephone
Come on and give it to me
Your pretty little rags and bones, yeah
Looking for techniques, turntables to gramophones
Oh, your pretty little rags and bones
Look I see something over there
Well, man, look at all this, you don't want it?
(It's fine)
Come on, come on, come on
Come on and give it to us
(Or not?)
I'll have your pretty
(What? Whoo!)
Come on and give it to me, whoo!
We'll make something out of ’em
Come on, come on, come on
On west side, the southwest side
Your pretty little rags and bones
Anybody got a Christmas tree?
Your pretty little rags and bones
Lots of homes we ain't been to yet
Well, this place is like a mansion
Jump up, jump up, jump up
Well, have they got something shiny for me?
Can you part with a toilet seat?
Aww, Meg, don't be rude
Come on and give it to me
Man
Meg, look at this place
Come on, come on, come on
Come on and give it to me
(What is that?)
Rag and bone
(I saw some stuff in your yard)
Well, can't you hear we're selling rag and bone?
Come on and give it to me
It's just things that you don't want, I can use ’em
(Are you gonna give it to us?)
It's like a mansion, look at all this stuff!
A jump up, a jump up, a jump up
(Take your time)
We wanna get it, granny, while it's hot
Middle-east, rich house, dog house, outhouse
Come on, come on, come on
We keep going, we're not tired but got plenty of places to go
They might need it, if you don't want it, we'll take it
Your pretty little rags and bones
Yeah, yeah
(Mmhmm)
You sure you don't want it, man?
Hey, if you ain't gonna use it just give it to us
And lock up what you still wanna own
You think it's trash, granny, but it's not
A give up, a give up, a give up
If you don't wanna give it to us we keep walking by
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your pretty
(I don't know)
Yeah, ay, ay, oh yeah
(Whoo!)
Rag and bone, rag and bone
All of your pretty
Make some money out of 'em at least
So take a last lick of your ice cream cone
We'll be taking whatever you got
Halfway homes, catacombs, twilight zones
Rag and bone
Old folks house, house for unwed mothers
But please be kind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home
And don't rewind
We'll give it a home
Come on and give it to me, yeah
(Rag and bone)
Take it
(This fits me perfect, give it to me)
