Mr. Stupid

If I say what's on my mind, dear

The judge will slap me down

You've got me in the corner

And it's only the second round

So I'll keep my mouth shut, darling

I'll be quiet as a lamb

And I'll act just as dumb, dear

As you really think

I amI'll shake your hand like a '

Rang UtanBe as goofy as a clown

Clear the streets and book your seats

Mr. Stupid's

Back In Town

Have you seen me shootright through that hoop

It's a trick of great renown

Bring the crowd and laugh out loud

Mr. Stupid's back in town

When your friends point outyou're stuck with

A Neanderthal for an ex

Don't fret about it, darling

I still sign my name on cheques

I can grunt my way through questions

I can scratch myself and howl

I can numb you with my dumbness

I can lay it on with a trowel

On your 37th birthday

When he handed you that mink

Did you still feel like a victim

With your elbows in the sink

But I've said too much already

Now I think

I'll step aside'

Cos my alter ego's ready

For any questions on your mind