Some said the local lake had been enchanted Others said it must have been the weather The neighbours were trying to keep it quiet But I swear that I could hear the laughter So they jokingly nicknamed it the porridge Cause overnight that lake had turned as thick as butter But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking Saying that to them it doesn't matter If you're just holding your breath Till you come back up in full Holding your breath Till you've thought it through, you fool The genius next door was bustling tables Wiping clean the ketchup bottle labels Getting high and mumbling 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 wait midway into that porridge Just him and his secret he was keeping If you're just holding your breath Till you come back up in full Holding your breath Till you've thought it through, you foolish child Ah, Ah Ah, Ah In the morning the film crew started arriving With donuts, coffee and reporters The kids were waking up hungover The neighbors were starting up their cars The garbage men were emptying the dumpsters Atheists were praying full of sarcasm And a genius next door was sleeping Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm If you just hold in your breath Till you come back up in full Hold in your breath Till you snort it through your foolish child Ah, Ah Ah, Ah Ah, Ah