Soaky in the pooper
Standing in a stupor by the tank, oh
Better call the super
As I grip the towel rack for strength, oh
Studied all these cracks before
I stuff the towel beneath the door
Crawling up all upon the floor
And wait for it to pass
Hear the facet dripping
As his brain is slipping into mud, oh
Man, I think he's tripping
Better pull his head out of the bowl, oh
And as the ceiling starts to bleed
He carefully begins to read
The label on the toilet seat
It's like warning of some kind
As his face turns bluish
And his eyes roll back into his head, oh
The funeral was Jewish
All the mourners travelled in one car, oh
They remembered he had said
You're never lonely when you're dead
And as the final rights were read
The angels start to sing
Soaky in the pooper
Soaky in the pooper
Soaky
Soaky
