Atlantic Records
Put Me in the Trash
Oh yeah, alright, ooh
Oh yeah, alright, ooh

Yeah, you put me in the trash
Yeah, you gave me up for lost
Now I see that you're doing alright
Take a look at me and count the cost

Baby can't you see
I'm short on greens?
I am your long lost man
You don't recognize me, yeah

Oh yeah, alright, ooh
Oh yeah, alright, ooh

I used to load you up with cash
I used to dress you like a dream
All the fancy food, you always wolfed it down
Yeah, but you never made a scene

Baby can't you see
I'm no fantasy?
I am your long lost man
You don't recognize me
Yeah, that's alright
Oh yeah, alright, ooh
Oh yeah, alright, all the sympathy, ooh

Standing around in the rain with my hands froze
Looking around for small change in your window
Out in the cold once again, write out a cheque for old flames
Pity for old time sake, I'll make your heart glow, yeah

Yeah, I'm your long lost man
Don't you recognize me?
Gimme some money baby, I'm broke
Why don't you, why don't you dig right down in your purse
And gimme some dough?
Yeah, don't you remember me baby?
Don't you remember all those Jean Paul Gaultier dresses
I bought you and all those tickets to the opera?

What about that bright red Ferrari I bought you now?
And all those, and all those shoes?
Yeah I know it's the recession baby, but give me some money
Yeah come on now be generous
Oh yeah alright