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Thank God We Have Sewers
Written by Paul Moore
It's been a long, hard, twenty-eight years,
A lot of heartache and a lot of tears.
We've tried so long to flush the commode,
But every time it just overflowed.
It was a smell that would make you gag,
I’m telling you it was really bad.
And every day when I would flush,
The smell gave me a massive head rush.
So I'd jump back out the door,
Then Sis. Quintana would tell me to plunge it some more.
So I'd go back in with a sad, long face
Wishing the sewer men would quicken their pace.
So I would plunge, and plunge until my hands were raw,
Then I would hear Bro. Edwards' familiar call.
He would say, "Paul Ray, it's flooding over here."
I'd say, "Oh great! Just what I wanted to hear."
The Royal Flush
Written by Sis. Souders
'Twill appear almost like home,
As we gaze upon this humble throne.
With great delight we happily rush,
To witness now — The Royal Flush.
Flushing Good Day!
Written by Sis. Thuesen
Chorus
This is a jolly, a jolly good day,
We're celebrating by flushing away.
We cleaned it. We cleaned it, day after day.
This is a flushing, a flushing good day!
No smells or headaches, I'll have on my mind.
No cleaning the bathrooms to take up my time.
No plunging, no clogging, no air freshener to buy.
Oh, this is a flushing good day!
My feet feel like dancing, and racing about.
My arms want to fly, and my mouth wants to shout.
My mind wants to ponder and think it all out.
Oh, this is a flushing good day!
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