Sit beside the breakfast table
Think about your troubles
Pour yourself a cup of tea
And think about the bubbles
You can take your teardrops
And drop them in a teacup
Take them down to the riverside
And throw them over the side
To be swept up by a current
And taken to the ocean
To be eaten by some fishes
Who were eaten by some fishes
And swallowed by a whale
Who grew so old
He [bad word] 
He died and left his body
To the bottom of the ocean
Now evverybody knows
That when a body [bad word] 
The basic elements
Are given back to the ocean
And the sea does what it oughta
And soon there's salty water
(That's not too good for drinking)
'Cause it tastes just like a teardrop
(So [bad word] it through a filter)
And [bad word] out from a faucet
(And is poured into a teapot)
Which is just about to bubble
Now think about your troubles