Ode To DI

Should I throw out the junk that's getting old

To make some room for junk that's new

Things from my yard sale that were never sold

There's only one thing left to do

For many hours and days I fill my trunk

Eight bags, three boxes and a crate

At last the time has come, so all this junk

To you D.I. I will donate

All my old stuff, all my old stuff,

Oh, all my old stuff, to you now

All my old stuff, all my old stuff,

Oh, all my old stuff, to you now 

The mess is made, the closet’s full yet again

The choice is clear this can’t persist

We keep collecting stuff we must refrain

This tendency we must resist

Oh, give my old stuff, give my old stuff,

Oh, give my old stuff, to you now

Give my old stuff, give my old stuff,

Yes, give my old stuff, to you child

[Musical Interlude & Solos]

Down on his luck, he’s had some troubles and strife 

He needs a job to make a dime

You take him in give him direction in his life

D.I. you do this, all the time

Oh, sell my old stuff, sell my old stuff,

Oh, sell my old stuff, you do now 

Sell my old stuff, oh-ew-oh, yes

Sell my old stuff, you do now

All my old stuff, all my old stuff,

All of my stu-uff, stu-uff

All my, all my oh-ooh-oh

All my, all my, oh stuff

Hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey

Ooh-hoo-yeah

It’s all, all, all, oh all my old stuff

All my old stuff

All my old stuff, to you now

Sell my old stuff, sell my old stuff,

Sell my old stuff to, to you, you, you, and you

I have a second thought sometimes

Just a little, just a little

Just a little second thought yeah

No, I’m glad I gave it up yeah