Leftovers at eight

A healing week and all that's good
Tonight, we celebrate with food

Plumbing adventures at eight

I want hot water
And now, I have hot water
I want cold water

We're tougher than that, at eight

And there it is
And now we know
That's what they wanted
So there it goes

Despair would be easy
But we must persist
The gloves are off now
It's time for the fist