Original subtitles

CHORUS: (SIN GIN G) Litterbug, litterbug, shame on you

Look at the terrible things you do

Littering, cluttering everyplace

My, but it's disgraceful

Litterbug, litterbug, where's your pride?

Making a mess of the countryside

Spoiling and soiling each lovely view

Shame, oh, shame on you

It really makes one wonder

What kind of house you keep

On every tour, the world is your personal garbage heap

You thoughtless litterbug, litterbug Don't you care?

People must follow you everywhere

Cleaning up places that you've gone to

Litterbug, oh, shame on you

NARRA TOR: In the war that we wage against pests,

modern science, of course, never rests.

The mosquito, we're told,

now is largely controlled through oil sprayed on swamps it infests.

The boll weevil, relentlessly lusting,

succumbs to a chemical dusting.

And where the termite carouses, we fumigate houses

with gases you'd find most disgusting.

Still, we have no cause to be smug.

We've invented no poison nor drug

to settle the score with one pest we abhor

and contemptibly call litterbug.

This strange, wingless pest we berate

was unwisely endowed its one trait.

With claw-like transmitters, it holds, tears and litters,

on weekends, three times its own weight.

Of their habits, this much science knows,

they stay dormant through seasons of snows,

behind walls that are thick,

made of wood or of brick,

in their nests built in parallel rows.

They emerge in great numbers in spring,

and at once start to scamper and sing.

They take pride in their labors,

competing with neighbors engaged in the very same thing.

Although, proudly,

each strives to maintain an immaculate private domain,

why each one another throws trash on its brother

is a paradox none can explain.

Now, as to the types of litterbugs.

Most common, the unconscious carrier,

uses the drop,

or the pop and drop.

It possesses no brain for a barrier,

and when virus infected, its litter is carelessly tossed.

And when tobacco addicted,

its trail is not easily lost.

The sports bug,

flamboyant in raiment,

is always loaded for littering entertainment.

Dropkicking,

a well-placed bunt,

drives that are clicking,

a javelin stunt.

(MAN EX CLAIMS IN PAIN)

A poor litter man.

Now, the sneak bug is a...

Is a sneak,

methods polished to perfection,

some so smooth in technique they defy human detection.

Well, it's impossible to follow the sleight of hand action,

unless we slow down that action a fraction.

The young are harmless, lovable creatures

till their inborn instincts appear

and they show their obnoxious features.

Though receiving no formal training,

(BELL RINGING)

They achieve amazing results,

constantly striving and straining to be as objectionable as the adults.

Summertime is migration time,

and litterbugs swarm in veritable legions,

thousands upon thousands moving on to other regions.

Oh, a frightening experience to be caught in their path!

The swarm consists of two species, so science teaches,

one plagues mountains, the other infests beaches.

The beach bug is attracted by the sparkling white sands

and oceans glittering.

And here it indulges in its favorite pastime,

eating and littering.

Beach bugs are not nocturnal.

At sundown, they instinctively return to their habitations.

Archeologists have unearthed these evidences of previous migrations.

The mountain bug is drawn to woodland splendor,

where nature's at her best.

Here, it establishes a temporary nest.

In the crisp mountain air, its appetite is far from retarded.

It eats anything from containers that can be easily discarded.

(SINGING) Litterbug

Litterbug

Litterbug

Litterbug, shame on you

Look at the terrible things you do

Littering, cluttering everyplace

My, but it's disgraceful

Litterbug, litterbug, where's your pride?

Making a mess of the countryside

Spoiling and soiling each lovely view

Shame, oh, shame on you

It really makes one wonder

What kind of house you keep

On every tour, the world is your personal garbage heap

You thoughtless litterbug, litterbug Don't you care?

People must follow you everywhere

Cleaning up places that you've gone to

- Litterbug, shame on you - Litterbug, shame on you

- Litterbug, shame on you - Litterbug, shame on you

- Litterbug, oh, shame on you - Litterbug, oh, shame on you

Litterbug, oh, shame on you