Verse 1:
He’s got a wrench and a knowing smile,
Doorbell rings, she says, “Come in a while.”
Dripping taps and a busted line,
He’s got the tools to make it shine.
Chorus:
Unexpected pipes, oh, they’re running hot tonight,
With a disco groove and a lava-lamp light.
Velvet drapes, shag carpet deep,
They’ll fix those leaks before they sleep.
Verse 2:
Milkman’s late, the postman’s bold,
They’ve got a story that never gets old.
Saxophone moans like it’s in distress,
This plumber’s here to unclog… a mess.
Bridge:
Bell-bottom jeans, moustache supreme,
Gold chains glimmer in a Vaseline dream.
A wah-wah pedal cries like a lover’s sigh,
In a soundtrack scored for a lingering eye.
Chorus:
Unexpected pipes, oh, they’re running hot tonight,
With a disco groove and a lava-lamp light.
Silky sheets, that 70s beat,
The plumber’s rhythm can’t be beat.
Outro:
Cue the fade, the moan, the sax refrain,
A film reel crackle and a windowpane…
It’s a world where leaks are always dire,
But the plumber’s here to… stoke the fire.
