And around we go at eight

So, it's been a month now
While talking with a friend
He said it stood to reason
45s are the new trend

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

Smash and bash, at eight

Before I leave for PTO
We're going to have a bash
One week 'till for Halloween
A kind of monster mash

The club can vote now, at eight

The birthday of our club tonight
Our musical cathedral
(And after eighteen years,
Realizing it's a Libra)

Then, after we've paid our dues,
We'll follow with some spooky tunes.

Dread and delight at eight

As we approach Halloween
A foreboding's in the air
Then, Novembers trick or treat
(You see what I did there?)