An Epic Poem

(Sing along to tune "Jonah Man Jazz") The city of Bongwater was a city of sin, An epic journey of the man who did the bins, All that binning at 5am made a terrible din, Monday mornings in Bongwater's city of sin, Drive down, bin man, Drive round the roads, Sophisticated urban, Tip those bins down low! The epic of the bin man in this city of sin, Driving into parked cars made a terrible din, "Told you not to park near the bins." The callous bin man yelled in the city of sin. This is the epic of the bin man in a city of sin, Past the schools, he ran over some kids, "Told you not to walk in front of the bins." Our hero yelled at the rest of the kids, Drive down, bin man, Drive round the roads, Sophisticated urban, Tip those bins down low! An epic journey of the bin man, in a city of sin, One day, he hit the water mains with the bins, Fountains erupted in this city of sin, Bin man's demolished Bongwater, city of sin, Drive down, bin man, Drive round the roads, Sophisticated urban, Tip the bins down low! The epic journey of the bin man, in a city of sin, Driving into light poles in this city of sin, "Who needs power?" he yelled above the din, Driving around Bongwater's city of sin, Drive down, bin man, Drive round the roads, Sophisticated urban, Tip those bins down low! This is the epic of the city that didn't pray, One day, the bin man rolled their bins away, That was the epic of our hero of the bins, Driving round Bongwater, that city of sin, All that binning made a terrible din! Drive down, bin man, Drive round the roads, Sophisticated urban, Tip those bins down low!!!