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, untidy crowd
How sweet to be an idiot
And dip my brain in joy
Children laughing at my back
With no fear of attack
As much retaliation 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 asylum
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fom
I smell the blood of an asylum
Hey you
You're such a pedant
You got as much brain as a dead ant
As much imagination as a caravan site
But I still love you
Still love you
How sweet
To be an idiot
How sweet
How sweet
How sweet