Big Game

You think it's new But it is not new I cannot wait To see the look on your face 'Cause someone's gonna break that bovine balloon Wrinkled little boxing glove Someone's gonna tell you, "No, you can't" And I think you might explode You think we're fooled (you think) But we are not fooled (we are fooled) You think it's hard (you think) But you're doing the easiest thing (it's hard) And someone's gonna burst your blood-blubber head Even little children see through you Someone's gonna pull your big trousers down And I think you might explode So go home And squat in the basement now Sing me a song from your dead-eyed scroll Witless and rank as a fat-filled hole I'm tired (tired) And you are ridiculous God for a clown and a clown for a pig (clown for a pig) Ever so small but you think you're as big, I know I know (I know) You are ridiculous Rubbery legs gonna march all night Tell me again, 'cause it makes me smile