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Mark Henry was a dishwashing man, Lord LordMark Henry was a dishwashing manAll night long he'd scrub 'em cleanIn a restaurant too cheap to buy a machineInstead there were three silver sinks in a rowFirst he'd scrub in sink one then the dishes would goInto sink number 2, a rinse based fixtureThen into the sanitizer, a bleach water mixtureTub one, tub two, tub three, tub one tub two tub threeAll night long with a break at 10:15Over and over, night and dayMark knew that his sanity was getting awayFirst it was creeping like a betrayed best palThen it ran about like Archie Bunker's old La SalleHe knew this was bad, but what could he do?He looked at tub one, then he looked at tub twoThen he looked at tub 3 and something snapped in his brainSo Mark decided to stick his head in the sanitizer to get himself saneHe was down there 45, 50 seconds, a minute or moreTil a cook walked in and nearly fell on the floorWhen he saw Mark drowning in that pool of sanity he was heard to shout"Hey! Mark's drowning in a pool of sanity - ask Jane if we should let him out!"Jane drew heavily on her last cigarette,Exhaled, rolled her eyes, and said "yeah, go ahead and getLetras de cancionesHim out, and call a doctor to make sure he's all right...Aw, crap, who's gonna finish the dishes tonight?"So the ambulance came and it took Mark awayAnd the doctors said, physically, Mark was okayBut they recommended therapy to work on his brainAnd Mark came out of therapyA...perfectly sane. From Letras Mania