How Sweet To Be An Idiot - Neil Innes

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 tiptoe down the street

Smile at everyone I meet

But suddenly a scream

Smashes through my dream

Fie fye foe fum

I smell the blood of an asylum

(Blood of an asylum

But mother I play so beautifully, listen.

ha ha)

Fie fye foe fum

I smell the blood of the 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

Oh how sweet to be an idiot

How sweet.

how sweet.

How sweet