Tori Amos - Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout Lyrics
Sarah sylvia cynthia stoutWould not take the garbage outShed scour the pots and scrap the pansCandy the yams and spice the hamsAnd though her daddy would scream and shoutShe simply would not take the garbage outAnd so it pulled up to the ceilingsCoffee grounds, potato peelingsBrown bananas, rottens peasChunks of sour cottage cheeseIt filled the can it covered the floorIt cracked the window and blocked the doorWith bacon rinds and chicken bonesDrippy ends of ice cream conesPrunes pits, peach pits, orange peelGloppy glumps of cold oatmealPizza crusts and withered greensSoggy beans and tangerinesCrusts of black burned butter toastGrisly bits of beefy roastThe garbage rolled on down the hallIt raised the roof, it broke the wallGreasy napkins, cookie crumbsGlops of gooey bubble gumCellophane from green bolognaRubbery blubbery macaroniPeanut butter caked and dryCurdled milk and crusts of pieMoldy melons, dried up mustardEgg shells mixed with lemon custardCold french fries and rancid meatYellow lumps of cream-of-wheatAt last the garbage reached so highThat finally it touched the skyAll the neighbors moved awayAnd none of her friends would come to playAnd finally sarah sylvia cynthia stoutSaid okay, Ill take the garbage outBut then of course it was too lateThe garbage reached across the stateFrom new york to the golden gateAnd there in the garbage she did hatePoor sarah met an awful fateThat I cannot right now relateFor the hour is much to lateThe children remember sarah stoutAnd always take the yummy garbage outIm tori amos and I hope that was a good nighty-night
