Idiot – John Dowie
Genre Rock

LYRIC
Idiot

I’m the kind of idiot who would always end a sentence with a question, don’t I?
I would look berserk and struck about in scorching weather with a vest on, won’t I?
I can bull the logos off a leper with my cork’s a boltin’ drinking, can’t I?
I have to be obnoxious ‘cause it’s obvious I’m even less at thinking, aren’t I?

Sometimes I like to say “Let’s face it
Let’s face it, let’s face it, let’s face it”
Occasionally I say “This is it, innit?”
But generally I like to say “Let’s face it, let’s face it
Let’s face it, let’s face it, let’s face it”

I’m the kind of idiot who irritates with constant repetition, don’t I?
I’m the kind of idiot who irritates with constant repetition, don’t I?
If I met somebody at a party with a false eye I would greet him, would I?
I should use my gobble as a thing to permanently keep my feet in, should I?

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