My notes to this now classic song in the draft HOUSING SONGBOOK are:

This charming song written by Malvina Reynolds back in 1959, should strike home with those who have shared their lives with the dripping faucet in its various forms and manifestations. As Reynolds points out the faucets of New York City are not the only ones in this world which drip. However, New York City landlords may well be unique in their unresponsiveness to pleas from their tenants for plumbing repairs. This song should be sung in the kitchen with a rhythm section of spoons, pots, pans and dripping water.

Warm regards,
Landlady's Daughter