You Ain’t Washin’ Nowhere

Terry Kelleher, 2000

Sung to the tune of You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere by Bob Dylan.

Toilet quit, faucet drips.
Blockage grows, drainage slows.
Get your mind off shower time.
You ain’t washin’ nowhere.

Whoo-ee! Smell my hide.
Tomorrow’s the day the plumbers gonna come.
0, o, towel me dry.
Down in the shower stall.

He didn’t care how much money I spent.
Evening came and plumber went.
Picked up his pliers and picked up his wrench.
You ain’t washin’ no where.

Buy me a faucet and a sprayer that shoots.
A solid brass Delta, really a beaut.
Without running water its sitting there mute.
You ain’t washin’ no where.

Sage supply isn’t open late.
Need some pipe, plumber waits.
My nearest relief is Cayuga Lake.
When I get down to it.

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