Well, my baby’s gone and I feel so bad
I lost the best girl that I ever had
You ask me why I feel so blue
But you’d feel the same way if it happened to you

She didn’t leave me on a Monday
She didn’t leave me on Tuesday
She didn’t leave me on Wednesday
She didn’t leave me on Thursday
She didn’t leave me on Friday
She didn’t leave me on Saturday
She went and left me on trash day
My baby left me on trash Day
She went and left me on trash day

She didn’t leave me on Monday
She didn’t leave me on Tuesday
She didn’t leave me on no Wednesday
She could have me on a Thursday
No, no, no, no
It was trash day
It was god [bad word] trash day
My baby left me on trash Day

And that’s why I’m smelling like a brewery and I’m looking like a tramp
And I ain’t got a quarter, I got a postage stamp
I got a five o’clock shadow boxing all around the town
Talking with the old men sleeping on the ground

Bazanti booting al zooting al hoot and Al Cohn
And I’m sharing this apartment with a telephone pole
Fishnet stockings and spike heel shoes
Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues

Porno floor show, live nude girls
Dreamy and creamy and [bad word] curls
Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose
Raisin’ my rent, take off all your clothes

Because my baby left me and I feel so bad
I lost the best girl that I ever had
Go on and ask me why I feel so blue
You’d feel the same way if it happened to you

She could’ve left me on a Monday
She could’ve left me on a Tuesday
She could’ve left me on a Thursday
Or a Friday, or a Saturday
No, she went and left me on Trash Day
My baby left me on Trash Day
She went and left me on Trash Day

Trash Day

Big John Thomassie on the trash can

Oh, Trash Day
Trash Day
Trash Day [bad word] Trash Day

Trash Day