Saturday Night Sewage

[Jim D.]

A friend recently had a sewer line back up at his duplex on a Saturday night which resulted in about 4" of standing sewage in the unfinished basement. After the blockage was cleared, the basement drained out but was left with the very pleasant smell and residue of sewage all over. Wanting to get it cleaned up for the tenants as soon as possible, we decided just to go for it and clean it up ourselves. Ended up having a pretty good time since he's a really fun guy to hang out with and has a great attitude, and had it sparkling clean by midnight.

The next day we were playing some music and he started singing about the sewer cleanup. Thought our lyrics might be worth sharing here as many of you know the feeling of dreaming of your ROI while wading through crap (sometimes literally).

Sung to the tune of "Killing Me Softly"

Pushing the turds with my broomstick,
Spilling the bleach on my pants,
Throwing my shoes in the garbage,
But they're paying my mortgage, my mortgage,
Paying the whole thing, my mortgage, 'till it's gone...

It's been a short 12 hours,
Since I sat at the bar,
Explaining to my friends how
My rentals will take me far,
A distant memory as the
Clock rounds 12 and I'm still singing,

Pushing the turds with my broomstick,
Spilling the bleach on my pants,
Throwing my shoes in the garbage,
But they're paying my mortgage, my mortgage,
Paying the whole thing, my mortgage, 'till it's gone...

It's true, the first of each month,
I'm cashing checks at the bank,
It's true, from time to time that
The money's gonna stank.
I'd say this night is really
Putting the "a**" in passive income,

Pushing the turds with my broomstick,
Spilling the bleach on my pants,
Throwing my shoes in the garbage,
But they're paying my mortgage, my mortgage,
Paying the whole thing, my mortgage, 'till it's gone...