Rag And Bone lyrics

Jack: Mmm...

Meg: Rag and bone!

Jack: Rag and bone!

Meg: Rag and bone!

Jack: Rag-a bone! Meg, look at this place

Meg: What? Ooh...

Jack: Well, this place is like a mansion. It's like a mansion, look at all this stuff

Meg: I don't know...

Jack: Look, I see something over there

Meg: Ooh...

Jack: Man

Well

Can't you hear us yelling "rag and bone"?

Bring out your junk

And we'll give it a home

A broken trumpet

Or a telephone

A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon

C'mon and give it to me

Yeah

A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon

C'mon and give it to me

Rag and bone, rag and bone

A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon

C'mon and give it to me

All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones

Jack: Well, man, look at all this, you don't want it?

Meg: Mmm. Ooh. I can use that

Jack: You sure you don't want it, man? I can use...

Meg: Mmm-hmm

Jack: Take it. It's just things that you don't want I can use 'em. Meg can use 'em

Meg: Mmm-hmm

Jack: We can do something with 'em. We'll make something out of 'em

Meg: Mmm-hmm

Jack: Make some money out of 'em at least

Meg: Mmm-hmm. This fits me perfect. Give it to me

Jack: Hey, if you ain't gonna use it, just give it to us. We'll give it a home

Well

Have you got something shiny for me?

Anybody got a Christmas tree?

Can you part with a toilet seat?

A jump up, a jump up,a jump up

C'mon and give it to me

Rag and bone

We wanna get it granny

While it's hot

You think it's trash granny

But it's not

A we'll be taking

Whatever you got

A give up, a give up, a give up

Come on and give it to me

Whoo!

All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones

Meg: I saw some stuff in your yard, are you going to give it to us...

Jack: Aw, Meg, don't be rude

Meg: ...or not?

Jack: They might need it. If you don't want it, we'll take it. If you don't want to give it to us, we keep walking by. We keep going, we're not tired, but got plenty of places to go, lots of home we ain't been to yet. On the west side, the southwest side, Middle East, rich house, dog house, outhouse, old folks house. House for unwed mothers, halfway homes, catacombs, twilight zones. Looking for Technics turntables to gramophones. So take a last lick of your ice cream cone, and lock up what you still want to own. But please be kind...

Meg: Take your time

Jack: ...and don't rewind

Meg: That's fine

All of your pretty

Your pretty little rags and bones

Yeah!

Your pretty little rags and bones

A jump up, a jump up, a jump up

C'mon and give it to me

Ah, ah, oh, your pretty little rags and bones

A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon

C'mon and give it to us

Yeah, 'eah, 'eah

Ah, yeah

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah!