When the banks were brought down upon us
And the Bakelite sheen wore off
I pore my heart with a watering can
But as I watered the roses of my garden
What came out was only blood
And when I opened my veins with a knife from B and Q
What came out was water
I say, who knew?
Well Who knew was Wessex water - when they imposed a hose pipe ban
We had to turn our blood into water
And then our blood was turned into wine
Well what a miracle did unfold
As the valleys all dried up
A man there walking on water
Except he did it in a drought
and in fact he walked on pillars of salt
And he built his home on pillars of sand
And oh shake my hand some more
For this water is the blood of the land
And if you ban my blood
Well I might as well slit my drains
And let the water flood
Until the arrival of the rains
