Think About Your Troubles Songtext
von George Tipton

Sit beside the breakfast table
Think about your troubles
Pour yourself a cup of tea
And think about bubbles


You can take your teardrops
And drop them in a teacup
Take ′em down to the riverside
And throw them 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 (Not too good for drinkin′)
'Cause it tastes just like a
Teardrop (So they run it through a filter)
And it comes out from a faucet (And it pours into a teapot)
Which is just about to bubble
Now, think about your troubles