The water running down that pipe
Looks like a snake to me
By Doc’s Sugar Bowl my coffee gets cold
Because I don’t want to see that
I’ve got no one to blame but my fat self
I’m the biggest one
Should have changed the lock
Should have thrown away the key
No, no, not I, I will survive
Right down here on my knees
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