Dumpster-Divin' Mama

Song Length 3:00 Genre Unique - General

Lyrics


It?s the day before Christmas vacation, family funds are runnin? tight?
my husband?s unemployed right now, not another job in sight.
We just replaced our daughter?s retainer she?d left at the house of a friend?
their dog went and chewed it so she couldn?t use it?we don?t have those dollars to spend.
And now she comes home from school and tells me her new retainer is gone for good;
she thinks it?s mixed in with the trash of the school cafeteria food

I may be a Dumpster-Divin? Mama, decked out in yellow rubber gloves,
A Dumpster-Divin? Mama, all decked out in yellow rubber gloves.
Can?t believe the things I do, can?t believe what I go through,
All in the name of motherly love.

Orthodontia?s a major investment, one that we can?t afford to lose.
Buy a new retainer or Christmas presents?now, what?s a mother to choose?
I make my decision without any thought to be dignified or cool?
I pack up my Rubbermaid® gloves and my daughter and head for the neighborhood school.
We?re in luck that the garbage has not been collected; the dumpster is filled to the brim.
I pull on my gloves, prop open the lid, and hoist myself onto the rim.

Now I?m a Dumpster-Divin? Mama, decked out in yellow rubber gloves,
A Dumpster-Divin? Mama, all decked out in yellow rubber gloves.
Can?t believe the things I do, can?t believe what I go through,
All in the name of motherly love.

I?m diggin? through turkey and mashed potatoes, great slimy gobs of cranberry sauce,
green salad and gravy and butter and rolls?can?t believe all the food these kids toss.
I?m rippin? and rippin? through sack after sack, my derriere catchin? the breeze,
but I?m not givin? up ?til I get that thing back, and I couldn?t care less who sees.
I finally jump down inside of the dumpster when our chances seem smaller than small.
Then, ?Eureka, I?ve found it!??still wrapped in the napkin?we?ll have Christmas after all.

?Cause I?m a Dumpster-Divin? Mama, decked out in yellow rubber gloves,
A Dumpster-Divin? Mama, all decked out in yellow rubber gloves.
Can?t believe the things I do, can?t believe what I go through,
All in the name of motherly love.
Can?t believe the things I do, can?t believe what I go through,
All in the name of motherly love.

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