A dried out tractor tyre tied to a tree
That’s swing enough for me
A couple of little boys trying to play football on a duckweed covered pond
Swimming to me

For all you know
That worthless piece of junk
There for all to see
Is what you want most
If you tell it what to be

That cracked little cookie can with a cute little picture
Is a home-made drum with some chewing gum
or a tin can mandolin

Try beachcombing for treasure that washed ashore
It’s trash, sure, but who knows what’s in store

Maybe you’ll find the key to life
Or spare parts for broken hearts

For all you know
That worthless piece of junk
There for all to see
Is what you want most
If you tell it what to be

Copyright 2015. Words and music by F.N. de Boer