I cannot throw away
A single thing of mine
I have my kiddie shoes
From 1969
What will I do with all this stuff?
It's filling up the house
Somewhere among the stacks
I think I lost my spouse

It's heaped in mounds, I
Guess a million pounds, I
Bless this mess
The stuff I'm saving
Needs a good arranging
Bless this mess

Over there
Bins of pogs, Lincoln logs, tupperware
On the stairs
Thirty-four, maybe more, beanbag chairs

I have a serving tray
That shows the cast of Cheers
And somewhere in the pile
Are Skylab souvenirs

I really try to keep it neat
But it's so hard to do
There's stacks of Laserdiscs
Inside the chimney flue

Can't see the floor and
Still I want some more and
Bless this mess
The stuff I'm hoarding
Is (for me) rewarding
Bless this mess

In the john
Pooper scoops, hula hoops, old batons
I should pawn
My cassettes, Chia Pets, pokemons

So look around and
You will be astounded
Bless this mess
Everytime you're near me
You're just gonna hear me
Bless this mess

It's a maze
Roam a bit and you'll get lost for days
Look about
In the halls see the walls bulging out
Move with care
If you sprawl it could fall everywhere
In the end
City Hall said it all is condemned