Some said the local lake had been enchanted Others said it must been the weather The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet But swear that I could hear the laughter So they jokingly nicknamed it the porridge 'cause overnight that lake had turned to thick as butter But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking Saying to them doesn't matter
[Chorus:] If you just hold in your breath Til you come back up in full Hold in breath 'til you thought it through, you, fool
The genius next door was busing table Wiping clean the ketchup labels high and muttering German fables Didn't care as long as he was able To strip his clothes off by the dumpster At night while everyone was sleeping And wade midway into that Just him and his secret he was keeping
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the morning the film crews start arriving With donuts, coffee and reporters The kids are waking up hung over The neighbors were up their cars The garbage men were the dumpsters Atheists were praying full of sarcasm And the genius next door was sleeping Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm