Written by Harry Nilsson 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 'em in a teacup. Take em down to the riverside, And throw em over the east 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 decomposed. He died and left his body To the bottom of the ocean. Now everybody knows that when a body decomposes The basic elements are given back to the ocean, Then sea does what it oughta: Consume the salty water (not too good for drinkin'), 'Cause it tastes just like a teardrop (so you run it through a filter), And it comes out of the faucet (when it pours into the teapot), Which is just about to bubble. Now think about your troubles. Now,are you sleeping? Can you hear me now?
