You take a little fruit gum wrapper And you toss it on the ground, Mix it up good with a popsicle stick And an old paper cup you found, Add an empty tube of toothpaste And dump it all where all can see, And you've got a Glop Glop Grungy Glub Garden Where the playground used to be. You take a great big smokey chimney And puff smoke in the air, Then mix it up good with a diesel truck And blow it everywhere, Now add a dash of hazy sunshine Peekin' through a skinny yellow tree, And you've got a Glop Glop Grungy Glub Garden Where the flowers used to be. Makin' a mess may be all right And quite a sight to see, But be quite sure before you mess things up That you can clean up the mess Before it messes up me. You take a lot of trash and dump it in the bottom of the sea; The octopuses and the oysters Won't complain to you and me, But someday you might get hungry For a tuna fish frica**ee, And you've got a Glop Glop Grungy Glub Garden Where the ocean used to be. And you've got a Glop Glop Grungy Glub Garden Where the whole world used to be.