THE JUNK MAN
Solo 1: I am glad God saw Death
And gave Death a job taking care of all who
are tired of
living:
All: When all the wheels in a clock are worn and slow
and the
connections loose
And the clock goes on ticking and telling the
wrong time from
hour to hour
And people around the house joke about what a
bum clock it
is,
Solo 1: How glad the clock is when the big Junk
Man
drives his
wagon
Up to the house and puts his arms around the
clock and says:
Solo 2: ‘You
don’t belong here, You gotta
come along with me,’
Solo 1: How glad the clock is then,
All: When it feels the arms of the Junk Man close
around it, and
carry it away.