Hanging in there while they stop and stare
Isn’t there at least one lifeguard in the crowd?
This kid’s in too deep, he’s about to drown
In a pool of dark brown pricy poison
He’s exposed, naked, but he won’t beg your pardon
He can’t see shit, and he’s about to choke
Lost in a black cloud of white smoke
Still he makes you laugh with his jokes
And still buys you a drink when he’s broke
So won’t somebody save King Blue?
Where’s that lifeguard we mentioned in line two?
Somebody call for help, and make sure help’s a girl
The most beautiful thing in this big bad world