Passion Plumbers - Nervous Cabaret

Friday Night and we’re faking it

No dough but a realization we’re it

We’re talking love and civilization

'cause we ain’t got shit ya see

Concerning hope and currency

Our homes and currency

So we became good union boys

Fleshy dues to pay

In cardiac alloys

Hello hello alloys alloys alloys

We are the Passion Plumbers

On a midnight patrol we rove

Re-route the drippy sink to the kitchen stove

No this ain’t any dumber

Than sitting idly by

While the thick faced hairy doorman

He keeps your love inside

Just call the Passion Plumbers

Now go and put the kettle

Put the kettle on the stove

So now we can all drink together

And fight, fight for our love

We are the passion Plumbers

Well now it’s Saturday night and we’re faking it (cont' as before)