Backwater

Backwater, were sailing at the edges of time

Backwater, were drifting at the waterline

Oh, were floating in the coastal waters

You and me and the porters daughters

Ooh, what to do not a sausage to do?

And the shorter of the porters daughters

Dips her hand in the deadly waters

Ooh, what to do in a tiny canoe?

Blackwater, there were six of us, but now we are five

Were all talking to keep the conversation alive

There was a senator from Ecuador who talked about a meteor

That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru

And was found by a conquistador

Who took it to the emperor

And he passed it on to a Turkish guru

His daughter, was slated for becoming divine

He taught her, he taught her how to split and define

But if you study the logistics and heuristics of the mystics

You will find that their minds rarely move in a line

So its much more realistic to abandon such ballistics

And resign to be trapped on a leaf in a vine

Backwater, were sailing at the edges of time

Backwater, were drifting at the waterline

Oh, were floating in the coastal waters

You and me and the porters daughters

Ooh, what to do not a sausage to do?

And the shorter of the porters daughters

Dips her hand in the deadly waters

Ooh, what to do in a tiny canoe?