ABBA's take on the impact of 'clear-all' policies on waste management in London...
Hannah - vocals • Ian - keyboard • Peter - guitar • Steve - bass •
George - sax • Pete - drums • Murphs - backing vocals
lyrics
I don’t wanna sort recycling from residual
No way would you catch me using a caddy
I’ve binned all my card, my plastics, glass and metals
No rules to obey, just throw it all away
The bin man takes it all
Containers large and small
In any quantity
No side waste policy
I live in a flat on my local high street
The shop owner downstairs has a duty of care
But no waste transfer note, he’s quite happy to cheat
So I would be a fool to play by the rules
Each day I throw a sack onto the tarmac
And someone I don’t know Makes sure that it goes
The bin man takes it all
No matter where it falls
The clear all policy
Works perfectly for me
But tell me what is this Section 46 notice?
Whatever can it mean, “Compulsory recycling scheme”?
The council now insists I use the right containers
Set out on the right day, rules must be obeyed
Because I’m disinclined to receive a fine
The waste I used to throw can no longer go
The nightly RCV no longer stops for me
Because ownerless grey waste no longer accumulates
Now I’ve learned to sort it doesn’t make me feel sad
And I understand it’s worth doing by hand
I do what I ought but sometimes I feel bad
Because I didn’t used to see y responsibility
But you see
