Friday night and we're faking it We got no dough but this realization we're it We're talking love, civilization Cause we ain't got shit you see
Concerning homes and currency Our hope and currency So we became good union boys Fleshy dues to pay in cardiac alloys
Hello hello alloys alloys alloys...
And we became
The passion plumbers We became the passion plumbers We are the passion plumbers A passion plumbers
On a midnight patrol we rove Connect 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 Just call the passion plumbers We are the passion plumbers Just call the passion plumbers
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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
Just call the passion plumbers Just call the passion plumbers We are the passion plumbers Just call the passion plumbers
I don't know where's don't ask I don't know why I do...
We'll meet again I don't know where, I don't know when But I know we'll meet again Some sunny day
Just call the passion plumbers Just call the passion plumbers We are the passion plumbers Just call the passion plumbers