Takin' a shower and it's hard to see through these fog clouds
That's quite the problem, see
When your regime involves a vigorous rubbin' down
With somethin' out of reach
And when you're clutchin' for that certain thing
The chance will swell that you'll slip
Risk to be lungin' for that bloody thing
Without it, well, I'm gonna smell

I must know:
Where the hell is that bar soap?
Shampoo has kept my eyes closed
So I can't see my bar soap

I swear, one of these days, either foot is gonna slide
And break through the glass screen
At least the blood I'll spill will wash right out, silver line
But it still frightens me
I'm slowly inchin' t'ward the blasted thing
Will hurt like hell if I slip
I know I'm missin' the confounded thing
Can't say "Oh, well" or else I'll smell

Where'd it go?
I really need that bar soap
Without it, I will feel gross
So where the hell's the bar soap?
I'm vaguely guessin' where I left the thing
It's one small shelf, still can't see shit
Really blows
That I can't find the bar soap

Really hope
That soon I find the bar soap
The more time that I don't know
Where I put the damn bar soap
The pressure's buildin', stress is a bad thing
When I need a real solid grip
'Cause I don't
Want to drop the damn bar soap