He woke up one morning and he wrote a song,
He can't read music but that's OK.
New songs he hears with the radio on,
He does surmise, might have wrote that, HEY!

When morons are dealing, (Morons are dealing) you should steer
yourself long on out the way, (Morons are dealing)
So dumb they are seeming (Dumb they are seeming)
They like be Kazakhstan's Borat's ways,
Get clear of Kazakhstan's Borat walk 'way.

If toast always lands butter-side down,
And falling cats on their feet they light.
This moron strapped toast on cat's back around,
Which way will cat run when you toss in flight?

Like moron's depth ceiling, (Moron's depth ceiling) He butters the cat
then throws it astray. (Moron's depth ceiling)
So dumb they are seeming (Dumb they are seeming)
They like be Kazakhstan's Borat's ways,
Get clear when Kazakhstan's Borat talk, hey.

Now he's wired and thinking bold,
A way to make money, fax it away.
A chain letter list and away you go,
Just fax a buck then just wait for pay.
Just wait for pay. Just wait for pay!

When morons are dealing, (Morons are dealing) you should steer
yourself long on out the way, (Morons are dealing)
So dumb they are seeming (Dumb they are seeming)
They like be Kazakhstan's Borat's ways,
Get clear of Kazakhstan's Borat walk 'way.

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