White's Rag and Bone

Jack:
Look, I see something over there.
Man . . .

Well can't you hear we're selling rag and bone?
Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home
A broken trumpet or a telephone
Come on, come on, come on, come on and give it to me

Yeah

Come on, come on, come on, come on and give it to me
Rag and bone
Rag and bone
Come on, come on, come on, come on and give it to me

I'll have your pretty
Your pretty little rags and bones