Well there's a Mr. Reilly who swears That in Baton Rouge Louisiana, They don't care about, his philosophy He swears that any time in Baton Rouge Everything is the same Well we stared into the cup, But we could not see the bottom He was drinking muddy water As a river deep A cup a day to curb visibility All those nasty notions go away Well had you heard the news About Joan our ex-newspaper girl? They found her swinging from a tree And i know Just a week ago, she was beautiful But now now now shes rather vile They found her by the frozen lake, But it wasn't frozen enough to skate And by the look on her face, It must've been awful tempting They found her in her skates She was the coldest cadaver in the state And look at the lake Not even the ducks are resting on it