From the recording Something New
Lyrics
How I love to eat OATMEAL!
Oh, it is unsurpassed'
Cause it makes such a wholesome meal for me to break my fast
When the box is empty with no oatmeal left
It leaves me feeling so sad and bereft
I hold the box above the trash to drop it
When from the other room, my brother's voice at once cries, "STOP IT!"
He says, "Open up your eyes, take a look now--don't you see?
That empty oatmeal box is full of possibility!"
<chorus>He says, "Hey hey hey, Don't just throw it away
There might be something else that we
Could make from that today,"
He says, "Ooh, ooh, ooh--
Here's the thing to do
You just take something old . . . make something new!"
I could use it to store things, like my ball and jacks
Or maybe a coil of string and some old thumb tacks
It could be a hideout for my army guys . . .
A cave where they interrogate the spies . . .
Or if you don't have something already planned
We could spend the afternoon making an awesome garbage band!
He says, "Grab those cans and bottles, and that pickle-less pickle jar
Oh, we can rock the house with our cereal box guitar!"
repeat chorus
instrumental break
Hey hey hey, Don't just throw it away
There might be something else that you
Could make from that today,
Ooh, ooh, ooh--
Here's the thing to do
You just take something old . . .
Scrape off a little mold . . .
Just imagine and behold . . .
Make something new
A paper towel roll kazoo . . .
Or a tissue box shoe . . .
Coffee can stilts, too . . .
So many things you can do . . .
With imagination and some glue . . .
Make something new.