It all started out so innocently A thrift store here, a garage sale there Anyways, Lord knows how bad I needed The chartreuse rug of that polyester bear
It goes perfect in my kitchen Though I can barely see the floor Just need to move a few piles that grew From me buying trinkets by the score
Some say I'm a crazy hoarder I've seen the show and I'm not that bad Anyway who doesn't need A stuffed albino Siamese cat
Then there's all the broken plates of china That I got for a steal If I ever do find my stove again I'll use them for my next meal
Why ask why I save all these milk jugs You never do know when A herd of cattle will be passing through The middle of my den
You may say crazy hoarder I may say I think not When I look at pile after pile Of all the treasures that I've got
If you ever care to visit Just step over this, crawl over that Till you come to that little itty bitty empty spot Where we can sit back and relax And have a little chat, over this this and that, maybe why it is ducks quack, is it brains that they lack, that my friend is whack...