He filled his pool last night, water's a sight,
Green garden, dry as bone, under the sun's might,
But something's changed, it's a waterless plight,
Hosepipe ban, he's in for a fight.

Hosepipe ban, can't water the land today,
It's a parched yard in this drought's sway,
And I think it's gonna be a long, dry night,
'Til the rain falls again, everything's alright.

He's a gardener at heart, blooms he admires,
Withered petals and brown grass, his spirit expires,
Rain barrels empty, his hope slowly tires,
Hosepipe ban, his green dreams in mires.

Hosepipe ban, can't water the land today,
It's a parched yard in this drought's sway,
And I think it's gonna be a long, dry night,
'Til the rain falls again, everything's alright.

And all those flowers he used to grow,
Now they wilt, in the scorching glow,
He'd give anything for a raindrop in sight,
But for now, it's a hosepipe ban's endless fight.

His lawn ain't the place to play or aspire,
In fact, it's cracked and brittle, no moisture to hire,
And all his neighbors just gaze and inquire,
Hosepipe ban, a garden's funeral pyre.

Hosepipe ban, can't water the land today,
It's a parched yard in this drought's sway,
And I think it's gonna be a long, dry night,
'Til the rain falls again, everything's alright.

And I think it's gonna be a long, dry night,
'Til the rain falls again, everything's alright.