The Flood Song
By Michael Parkinson and Elton John
"Mothers dear mothers our love flows for you
Like rivers that course ever true
The banks they have burst with the downpouring rain
And there's something unpleasant, it's blocking the drains.
The carpets are soggy, where is poor moggy?
The carpets are soggy, and where is the capt?
We're trying to reach you, and the boat's on the way
But the skipper's found a pub, that's caused a delay
Keep filling those sandbags, keep stacking them high
And we'll be right with you once we've sucked this place dry!"
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