The Idiot Song
Composer(s): Neil Innes - Eric Idle
Performer(s): Neil Innes & Monty Python's Flying Circus



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 tiptoed down the street
Smiled at everyone I meet
But suddently a scream
Smashes through my dream
Fee fie 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 pennant
You got as much brain as a dead ant
As much imagination as a carvan sign

But I still love you 
Still love you
Oooh, how sweet to be an idiot
How sweet 
How sweet 
How sweet