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 garbagemen 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