“Is there life after the dump station?”

“Is there life after the dump station?”

Sent to us by RVtravel.com readers Dick and Sandy, near Buffalo, N.Y., for you to enjoy (and maybe relate to!). It was found on the Internet but we’ve been unable to find the author. If anyone knows who wrote this, please contact diane (at) rvtravel.com so we can give them credit.

“IS THERE LIFE AFTER THE DUMP STATION, BABY?”
Author unknown

My sweetheart and I got married last summer and sealed it with a kiss
And headed on down to the RV dealer with thoughts of lifelong bliss.
He showed us this wonderful fifth wheel trailer; the great places we would see;
A microwave oven, plush velvet sofa and a built-in color TV.
He showed us the hitch and how to back it,
The buttons and knobs I should pull.
But he never once mentioned the problems I would face when the holding tanks were full.

So I laid down the money and we headed out in this RV so shiny and plush.
The honeymoon sank a couple of days later when my wife said the toilet won’t flush.
So I crawled underneath this fifth wheel trailer as my wife began to gripe,
And I found this little push-pull handle that seemed to be blocking the pipe.

Now there are times in my life when I’ve done something stupid
that I know that I shouldn’t have done,
But pulling that handle so close to my face turned out to be Number One!

Is there life after the dump station, Baby? It’s a sad story I have to tell.
I am down on my luck so I sleep in the truck ‘cause I can’t overcome the smell.
Some folks love this RV life, but I’m not doing so well.
Is there life after the dump station, Baby? Can’t ya’ overcome the smell?

So I took out the manual and I read the procedure for using that little blue hose.
But try as I might I always get covered with “yuk” from my head to my toes.
My dad was a plumber and he always told me “that ugly stuff runs downhill.”
And if he ever saw me whenever I dumped, I know I’d be dropped from the will.

My love life is shattered. I never did know what problems this RV would pose.
I thought she would always be holding my hand; instead she is holding her nose.
Well, I never did get it all figured out and I guess I never will.
I’ve spent a year of trying to stop an endless sewage spill.
My wife wouldn’t touch me or even come close, and she burned up all of my clothes.
All because that sewage never would stay inside that little blue hose.

We sold that rolling septic tank rig, but that’s not where this story ends.
Romance is back in my life at last, and we’ve even made some new friends.
We’re still RVers but now we rent. It’s a lovely rig to pull.
And we turn it in for another one when the holding tank is full.

There is life after the dump station, Baby. No more sad stories to tell.
I’m not down on my luck, I don’t sleep in the truck, ‘cause I overcame the smell.
I now love this RV life and I’m doing it so well.
There is life after the dump station, Baby!

 

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