I remember in my youth
Give a hoot, don't pollute
And the Indian gentleman
Who cried a tear over his trashed land

As I view the world today
And the way we all behave
Tossing trash from out our cars
Where in the world do we think we are

When all is done and all is said
Who's going to clean up this mess
As garbage blows in front of me
Like haphazard desert tumble weeds

That part of life I don't get
Why can't we pick up our own trash
Were we all born into royalty
Expecting others to cater to our needs

Treating Mother Earth like a garbage bin
When did it come down to this
She says she's tired of being trashed
And begging please pick up your mess