I wrote this one after performing the original at a local venue

Yet anotber 'Sewer Song'

We've all got together to sing you a song, remember our faces, remember the pong.
Remember the sewers where we worked all day, we remember with pleasure the way we would stay
Underground, underground, with familiar faeces all floating around.

Now we all worked together and all did our bit, in culverts and sewers we peddled our wit.
But we misbehaved and we all got the sack, and went into building how I wish we were back
Underground, underground, with familiar faeces all floating around.

The foreman came down and the look on his face when he saw we were all lined up for a race
The winner would float his turd right round the track, the going was soft and the water was slack.
Underground, underground, with familiar faeces all floating around.

Our friendship was strong, it was good it was sweet, 'till William erupted and called Ted a cheat
When a piece of bog paper stuck in with a nail, gave him an advantage 'cos he had a sail.
Underground, underground, with familiar faeces all floating around.

Now off down the 'stream' they did float on that day and we waded behind them to see for fair play.
But Fred's shot ahead and the rest they did trail. Then William passed water all over Fred's sail.
Underground, underground, with familiar faeces all floating around.

Our Fred got upset when he witnessed the sight, and he rounded on Ted intent on a fight,
But they'd hardly got started, not come to blows, the foreman stepped in and got punched on the nose
Underground, underground, with familiar faeces all floating around.

He ranted, he raved, and he sacked us that night, now we're breaking our backs on this old building site
With barrows and shovels and no time for tea, we've all decided we'd much rather be
Underground, underground, with familiar faeces all floating around.

There's only one place here where we feel at home, a little hut where a man sits all alone
Though it's not built for comfort, we'll all tell you this, the aroma brings memories of moments of bliss
Underground, underground, with familiar faeces all floating around.

Now we saw some jobs advertised in the 'Star', the incentive was there, it said you could go far.
We applied and we got them, the whole bleeding crew. It was servicing cesspits and the odd Portaloo!
On the ground, on the ground, with familiar faeces all floating around.

Our own mobile sewer, now we've got it made as round Kirton and Falkenham we ply our trade
Sweet smells of success drift around in our heads, and at last we find we can sleep sound in our beds.
On the ground, on the ground, with familiar faeces all floating around.