I’m a litterbug and I don’t care, br I throw my litter everywhere. br Crisp packets, sweet wrappers, lollipop sticks – br In desks, on the yard – the usual tricks. br br I’m not bothered where my rubbish goes; br Let it be carried where the wind blows. br Playing-field, garden – it’s no sin – br Couldn’t care less about the litter bin. br br I trash the playgrounds and dirty the parks, br Stuff cans in hedges – them sort of larks. br The street is my empire; it swims in debris; br It looks ugly to you, but it’s lovely to me.