How sweet to be an idiot

As harmless as a cloud

Too small to hide the sun

Almost poking fun

At the warm, but insecure, untiny crowd



How sweet to be an idiot

And tip my brain in joy

Childern laughing at my back

With no fear of attack

As much retaleation as a toy



How sweet to be an idiot

How sweet..



I tip-toe down the street

Smile at everyone I meet



But suddenly a scream

Smashes through my dream

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fom

I smell the blood of an ass item

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fom

I smell the blood of an ass item

Hey you

You're such a peasent

You got as much brain as a dead ant

As much imagination as a cat outside



But I still love him

Still love you

How sweet

To be an idiot

How sweet

How sweet

How sweet