Whenever he gets to feeling low He stumbles down to the watering hole He wets his face with a brew He feels refreshed, he gets real loose I said help! Help me fillet my soul I hope I don't drown At the watering hole His friends and him, they gather 'round Making sure that one of them don't drown That's not to say that the water never gets Over their heads at the watering hole I said help!... When they get to being old They'll still visit that watering hole It will always be there, the locale may change The effects of it's contents will always be the same I said help!... I feel small I feel so goddamn small