Mountain Dog I sent these lyrics a month or so ago to another requestor, privately so as not to take up space, but with a second request I will always print them. I have the F&S songbook so for all who are interested in words and music feel free to write me. IN THE BATH Oh, I find much simple pleasure when I've had a tiring day In the bath, in the bath! Where the noise of gentle sponging seems to blend with my top In the bath, in the bath! To the skirl of pipes vibrating in the boiler room below, I sing a potpourri of all the songs I used to know, And the water thunders in and gurgles down the overflow In the bath, in the bath! Then the loathing for my fellows rises steaming from my brain In the bath, in the bath! And condenseth to the Milk of Human Kindness once again In the bath, in the bath! Oh, the tingling of the scrubbing brush, the flannel's soft caress! To wield a lordly loofah is a joy I can't express. How truly it is spoken, one is next to Godliness In the bath, in the bath! Then there comes that dreadful moment when the water's running cold In the bath, in the bath! When the soap is lost forever and one's feeling tired and old In the bath, in the bath! It's time to pull the plug out, time to mop the bathroom floor. The towel is in the cupboard, and the cupboard is next door! It's started running hot! Let's have another hour or more In the bath, in the bath! I can see the one salvation of the poor old human race In the bath, in the bath! Let the nations of the world all meet together face to face In the bath, in the bath! One with Kissinger, Kosygin and all those other chaps, Sadat and Chairman Mao, then we'll have some peace perhaps - Provided Harold Wilson gets the end without the taps In the bath, in the bath!
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