I got a backbone like the Taj Mahal

I'm a tomb that everybody loves

If you cut off my head

You'd have to dispose of it

In a box clearly labeled BIOHAZARD

Still I rise up like the cobra sheltering Prince Siddhartha

I lay down like Ophelia on the smooth cool river rocks

And pull the water up to my neck

Just high enough to keep me warm

Like Yahweh and Popeye the Sailor Man

I yam what I yam

But this time the finger of flame

Has left a phone number

To go with the name scrawled beside the urinal