Some said the local lake had been enchanted   Others said it must have been the weather   The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet   But I swear that I could hear the laughter   So they joke, and they nicknamed it "the porridge"   Cause over night 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 just hold in your breath   'Til you come back up in full   Hold in your breath   'Til you've thought it through   You fool      The genius next door was bussing tables   Wiping clean the keptchup bottle labels   Getting high and mumbling German fables   Didn't care as long as he was able   To strip his clothes off by the dumpsters   At night while every one was sleeping   And wade midway into that porridge   Just him and the secret he was keeping      If you just hold in your breath   'Til you come back up in full   Hold in your breath   'Til you thought it through   You foolish child      In the morning the film crews start arriving   With donuts, coffee and reporters   The kids were waking up, hung over   The neighbors were starting up their cars   The garbageman were emptying the dumpsters   Atheists were praying full of sarcasm   And the genius next door was sleeping   Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm      If you just hold in your breath   'Til you come back up in full   Hold in your breath   'Til you thought it through   You foolish child