How Sweet To Be An Idiot (N. Innes)
A.k.a. A Song for the Sensitive, The Idiot Song.
Based on How Sweet to Be an Idiot
transcribed from the album Monty Python Live at Drury Lane
by Tak Ariga (<oldeng@gpu.utcs.toronto.edu>, Aug-87),
with corrections by Bob Kruse and Björn Wingman.
All (or almost all) of Neil's lyrics are on the
Neil Innes - Words of Innespiration Web site.
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- 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,
- ha ha, listen, ha ha.)
- Fee fie 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,
- Oooh how sweet to be an idiot,
- How sweet. how sweet. How sweet.
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