it was late in december, the wind whipped up fast
under my nose, it ran down fast
the number eleven , beginning to flow
I started wiping that stuff, although
slime passages,
there's more boogies, and they're up there tight
slime passages,
get me a hankie for the last damn time tonight

I'm not the kind to let them just sit
they start to harden, and they feel like shit
I plugged the right one, with the thumb of my mitt,
and then it came out of my mouth like spit,
oh these slime passages
some gorgonzola from way down inside
oh slime passages
find me a hankie for the last damn time tonight

feel the dribble, and feel yourself starting to wipe
why's is this how you feel?
can't leave the wet stripe
it's just the same everyday

well your nostrils are changing, no ifs ands or buts
you're feeling much warmer from your neck to your nuts
a girl comes towards you, that you used to please
and you shower her fast with your nasal disease
it's just slime passages
some gorgonzola from way down inside
oh slime passages
find me a hankie for the last damn time tonight