She creaked down the lane
As sane as you make her
Rake held proudly in her hand
Loudly singing her song
To you, to you, to you, to you

She puffs on her old corn pipe
Griping about dusty heat
Her feet
Swing bare in the rubbish

So high and mighty on her throne
Her bony hounds by her side
Gone with the rush of time
The Eureka Springs Garbage Lady
Shall ride no more

A-aaah, a-aaah, a-aaah, a-aaah

She's a, school teacher from Dakota
Diploma in her shack
Back with the folks at home
She's in love with the Blacksmith Harry
Caring for his trash
Dashing by as fast
As her sway-back hag will go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
(Clap clap)
Will go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o (clap clap)
Will go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o (clap clap)
Will go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o (clap clap clap)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la

So high and mighty on her throne
Her bony hounds by her side
Gone with the rush of time
The Eureka Springs Garbage Lady
Shall ride no more
No more, no more

The town seems empty without her
Around the cobbled streets
Neatly raking
Making the town nice and clean
And a-dreamin' and a-hummin'
As she goes oh-oh-oh-oh

A-aaah, a-aaah, a-aaah, a-aaah, etc