Soaky in the pooper 

Standing in a stupor by the tank 

Better call the super 

As i grip the towel rack for strength 

Studied all these cracks before 

Stuff the towel beneath the door 

Crawling up all upon the floor 

And wait for it to pass 


Hear the faucet dripping 

As his brain is slipping into mud 

Man i think he's tripping 

Better pull his head out of the bowl 

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 

The funeral was jewish 

All the mourners traveled in one car 

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