Idiot Song Songtext
von Monty Python

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 tiptoe down the street
Smile at everyone I meet
But suddenly a scream
Smashes through my dream

Fee fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an asylum
(Blood of an asylum? But mother, I′m playing so beautifully, listen!)
Fee fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an asylum

Hey you, you're such a pedant
You got as much brain as a dead ant
As much imagination as a caravan sign
But I still love you
Still love you

Ooh, how sweet to be an idiot
How sweet
How sweet
How sweet