Em                                Am
Some said the local lake had been enchanted
D                                  G
Others said it must have been the weather
Em                                  Am
The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet
D                                  G
But I swear that I could hear the laughter
Em                                Am
So they jokingly nicknamed it the porridge
D                                                G
'Cause overnight that lake had turned to thick as butter
 Em                               Am         Am
But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking
D                             G
Saying hat to them it doesn't matter

            Am           C
If you just hold in your breath
        D              G
Til you come back up in full
Am           C
Hold in your breath
         D                         G
'Til you thought it through, you, fool

Em                                Am
The genius next door was busing table
D                                  G
Wiping clean the ketchup labels
Em                                Am
Getting high and muttering German fables
D                                  G
Didn't care as long as he was able
Em                                Am
To strip his clothes off by the dumpster
D                                  G
At night while everyone was sleeping
Em                                Am
And wade midway into that porridge
D                                  G
Just him and his secret he was keeping

           Am            C
If you just hold in your breath
        D               G
Til you come back up in full
Am           C
Hold in your breath
         D                        G        Em
'Til you thought it through, you, foollish child

Em                                Am
In the morning the film crews start arriving
D                                  G
With donuts, coffee and reporters
Em                                Am
The kids are waking up hung over
D                                  G
The neighbors were starting up their cars
Em                                Am
The garbage men were emptying the dumpsters
D                                  G
Atheists were praying full of sarcasm
Em                                Am
And the genius next door was sleeping
D                                  G
Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm

           Am            C
If you just hold in your breath
        D               G
Til you come back up in full
Am           C
Hold in your breath
         D                        G        Em
'Til you thought it through, you, foollish child