Mr. Politeness   You can't be serious   How 'bout a helping hand for us?   And now your likeness   It makes me furious   And I am sinking thinking what's with all the fuss?      At the bottom of the sea   At the bottom of the well   At the bottom of the lake   That's where I dwell   I Teabagged Myself with 3 heavy fucking cans   At the bottom of the sea   That's where I am      So what's this burden?   I'm three sheets to the wind   But you just stand there with a shit-eating grin   If I'm a dead man   I'm just a skeleton   My fate is greater than these shaking bloody hands      At the bottom of the sea   At the bottom of the well   At the bottom of the lake   That's where I dwell   I Teabagged Myself with 3 heavy fucking cans   At the bottom of the sea   That's where I am