There ain’t no tub hot enough to hold us,
Ain’t no drink cold enough to slow us,
We’ll always have a swimsuit the right size.
There ain’t no funk bold enough to dare us,
Ain’t no flush bold enough to scare us,
We’ll go on and we’ll keep on trying for the prize.
So sue us…if you ever wanna do us,
We’re waiting for Miss Jones to euthanize.
There ain’t no tub hot enough to hold us,
Ain’t no drink cold enough to slow us,
We’ll go on and we’ll keep on trying for the prize.
Poor Reynard, we will have to scold him,
There’s a cell small enough to hold him,
No Cuba Libres will anesthetize.
We’ll go on, looking for our main goal,
It’s just us, down the hot tub’s drain hole,
We’ll go on and we’ll keep on trying for the prize.
—from “I’ll Be There (Ain’t No Chains)” Ray Price.
Hmm, are they saying “YAAAAA” or “YAYYYYY!”, presumably at the prospect of being free from the hot tub and/or death.
I’m sorry, did you say “or”? This is definitely more of an “and” situation, given the total circumstances.
I suspect it’s a “Yaaaaaaa I’m unexpectedly getting flushed down the drainnn . . .” Heckuva way to empty a hot tub though.
In retrospect a spring-based trap door in it isn’t that surprising.
I feel the atmosphere in the dungeon could be a bit more awkward when Chris get back there.
No. No, no, no… Yes. They are “flush with victory”
Interesting hot tub. Has a flush valve.
There ain’t no tub hot enough to hold us,
Ain’t no drink cold enough to slow us,
We’ll always have a swimsuit the right size.
There ain’t no funk bold enough to dare us,
Ain’t no flush bold enough to scare us,
We’ll go on and we’ll keep on trying for the prize.
So sue us…if you ever wanna do us,
We’re waiting for Miss Jones to euthanize.
There ain’t no tub hot enough to hold us,
Ain’t no drink cold enough to slow us,
We’ll go on and we’ll keep on trying for the prize.
Poor Reynard, we will have to scold him,
There’s a cell small enough to hold him,
No Cuba Libres will anesthetize.
We’ll go on, looking for our main goal,
It’s just us, down the hot tub’s drain hole,
We’ll go on and we’ll keep on trying for the prize.
—from “I’ll Be There (Ain’t No Chains)” Ray Price.
Poor Renard. I feel kind of bad for him.
And not just because he’s one of my top ten favorite animals, or has one of my favorite names.