Day after day, along from the chin
the man with the droolstain's looking totally grim,
and nobody wants to tell him,
they can see that it's just a stain,
and nobody knows the answer,
but the drool on his chin here it comes running down,
and the eyes in his head, cannot see looking down...

he's on his way, acting totally proud,
the wet droopy liquid screaming visually loud..
but nobody ever tells him, they can see that it's only drool,
and he never seems to notice
but the drool on his chin here it comes running down,
and the eyes in his head, cannot see looking down...

nobody seems to mind it,
they can laugh when they see it too,
and he never uses kleenex,
but the drool on his chin, here it comes, running down,
and the eyes in his head cannot see, looking down..

and he never lets it dry there
'cause he knows that it's just a drool
and he may like it...
but the drool on his chin here it comes running down,
and the eyes in his head, cannot see it, looking down...