I’m so fed up of being a sink,
Woman was up to make things clean,
Then pull out the plug,
And I get the stink.


There’s all sorts of things go down my throat,
They’ve got no respect for me at all,
Now and again I get some bleach,
Then washing up liquid they’re having a ball.


The trouble is I can’t escape,
I’m stuck here and I’ve got no mate,
It’s quite a lonely job to have,
Glad nothing comes down from the lav.


Then one day my throat got sore,
I felt I couldn’t swallow any more,
When they put the stopper in,
It made me push the water back.


I felt quite ill then all at once,
A needle came right down my track,
I don’t know what they’re trying to do,
I think I’m getting sink flu.


Coughing wheezing from disease,
Wont be long before I sneeze,
Wait a minute me throat’s been cleared,
I feel all fresh it seems all weird.


At last I’m feeling,
Well again,
The smell was getting,
To my brain.