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, untiny crowd      How sweet to be an idiot   And tip my brain in joy   Childern laughing at my back   With no fear of attack   As much retaleation as a toy      How sweet to be an idiot   How sweet..      I tip-toe down the street   Smile at everyone I meet      But suddenly a scream   Smashes through my dream   Fee-Fi-Fo-Fom   I smell the blood of an ass item   Fee-Fi-Fo-Fom   I smell the blood of an ass item   Hey you   You're such a peasent   You got as much brain as a dead ant   As much imagination as a cat outside      But I still love him   Still love you   How sweet   To be an idiot   How sweet   How sweet   How sweet