| Sit beside the breakfast table | |
| Think about your troubles | |
| Pour yourself a cup of tea | |
| Then 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 side | |
| To be swept up by a current | |
| Then 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 | |
| And the sea does what it oughta | |
| And soon there's salty water | |
| Which is not to good for drinkin' | |
| 'Cause it tastes just like a teardrop | |
| So we run it through a filter | |
| And it comes out from a faucet | |
| Where it pours into a teapot | |
| Which is just about to bubble | |
| Now think about your troubles |