A poor man
Mask on his face
Attempted robbery
It was a sperm bank

It’s a black guy
In the KKK
Or a Secret Garden
With signs on the gate

Dim-witted and moronic
Missing link?

Just inane
Stop and contemplate
Got your hair dyed
To its natural shade?
It’s the blackened eyes
When you jumped on that rake
Fix toasters with forks, it’s quicker

Stick in razor blades
To get a ‘sharp eye’
You cook a fruitcake
To divide ‘bi pie’
You’d chat up a hot young bride
Groom at her side
Getting your face smashed in
You say ‘Oh, my bad- what price?’

Dim-witted and moronic
Don’t you THINK?!

It’s like braille
On an oven plate
Buying Old Spice
You’ll still never get laid
Like that cane toad rise
Turning into a plague
Stop calling Chinese guys ‘wigger’

You follow what psychics say
When reading a horoscope from some year-old Pisces page
You’re born on a Libra day

Oh, it’s irony when you claim
That quite non-ironic examples within your song
Are ironic… so damn meta-lame

A maxi-pad
When you’re seven months late
A No Smoking sign
On your kid’s birthday cake

It’s like ten thousand boobs
When you search ‘global’ online
You’re mating, intending to breed
Propagating your pitiful life?
(Eurgh…)

Unpleasantly moronic
Dumb as sin
Nit-witted, idiotic
Your head has nothing within

Get a brain
Re-evaluate
Hit the seaside
For a ski holiday?
Using wooden knives
When you’re serving up steak?
Stop cleaning your shotgun trigger

You grab… scissors and run all day
Your face has a tattoo
Your mind is an unen-cumbered place
I’m telling you now
Yelling it loud