作曲 : Kurt Wagner, Donald Charles Book 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
作曲 : Kurt Wagner, Donald Charles Book 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
