Tuesday afternoon,
We're just beginning to see, now we're on our way
It doesn't matter to us, chasing the Fecal's away.

Something, calls to us,
The sewer is drawing us near, We've got to find out why?
Those gentle voices we hear, explain it all with a sigh.

We're looking at ourselves reflections of our mind,
It's just the kind of day to leave the Fecal's behind.
So gently swaying through Los Osos that we love,
If you'll just come with us e you'll see the beauty of

Tuesday afternoon, Tuesday afternoon.

Tuesday, afternoon,
IWe're just beginning to see, now we're on our way.
It doesn't matter to us , chasing the Fecal's away.
Something, calls to us,
The sewer is drawing us near, We've got to find out why?
Those gentle voices we hear, explain it all with a sigh.