Bilgewater Pump Company (The Rise and Fall)

Scott Stieber & Don Myers

She wants a long tall Jimmie, Grande slim
She wants it filled up to the brim
she got a Million dollar smile, she’s flashin' at him
Tattooed man clearly under her skin

Hey there Buddy, you wanna stay trim
Pumping iron in the gym
You get so excited don't you Slim?
All pumped full of endorphins

Saturday night, time for Medicine
Make that a martini, with gin
Sunday morning wash us clean of our sins
Hear that organ, sing a hymn

hallelujah
hallelujah

You know what’s hot, you know what’s cool
you want water for your pool
Drivin’ down the highway, runnin’ short of fuel
All those things you shoulda learned in school

Attention shoppers, you want shoes
We got all the pumps you can use
Got 'em in black, brown, red, white, and blue
Don't worry ladies, we got heels too

Shoe, Shoe, Shoe Be Do be do

In the beginning, at the start
we made pumps, made pump parts
Pumps were something of an art
pumps had souls and beating hearts

We pumped 'em out after the flood
You got that Jack, we pump the mud
Water, in and out of your tub
Hey there honey, rub a dub dub

Rub, rub, rub a dub dub

Now they're movin’ in from out of town
Suckin' us dry, shuttin' us down
There's money to be made pumpin’ it around
In the water, air, deep under ground

step right up, take your place
At the feast at the end of the chase
who's gonna eat? Who'll say grace?
Who serves the food, who clears the plates?

step right up, take your place
At the feast at the end of the chase
who's gonna eat? Who'll say grace?
Who serves the food, who pumps the waste?