| How sweet to be an Idiot
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| As harmless as a cloud
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| Too small to hide the sun
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| Almost poking fun
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| At the warm but insecure untidy crowd
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| How sweet to be an idiot
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| And dip my brain in joy
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| Children laughing at my back
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| With no fear of attack
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| As much retaliation as a toy
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| How sweet to be an idiot, how sweet
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| I tiptoe down the street
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| Smile at everyone I meet
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| But suddenly a scream
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| Smashes through my dream
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| Fie fye foe fum
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| I smell the blood of an asylum
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| (Blood of an asylum
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| But mother I play so beautifully, listen. |
| ha ha)
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| Fie fye foe fum
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| I smell the blood of the asylum
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| Hey you, you’re such a pedant
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| You got as much brain as a dead ant
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| As much imagination as a caravan site
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| But I still love you, still love you
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| Oh how sweet to be an idiot
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| How sweet. |
| how sweet. |
| How sweet |