No Time for Idiots

You might be Socrates

Or you might be Confucius

But don't forget about a moron

Always lurking in the bushes

To reinterpret true

Lines of your story

And give your story glory

Of a different kinda category

I know you're ready to go

But I just want you to know

That I, I, I

I, I got no time for idiots

You, oh, seem to be just fine

Get on, get on, get on

What's the secret ingredient?

Idiot resilience

Oh, where do I get mine?

Now, there is always a chance

Things are just like what they seem

Like herd of porcupines crossing

Boulevard of shattered dreams

It's so cold and lonely

They are pressing close together

Then stab each other with their quills

And blame it, blame it on the weather

I know you're ready to go

But I just want you to know

That I, I, I

I, I got no time for idiots

You, oh, seem to be just fine

Get on, get on, get on

What's the secret ingredient?

Idiot resilience

Oh, where do I get mine?

Get on, get on, get on

Get on, get on, get on

Get on, get on, get on

Get on, get on, get on

You might be Wittgenstein

You might be Heraclitus

Threw in the towel

Overcame his laryngitis

To reinterpret

Sweet lines of your story

And give your story glory

Of a different kinda category, yeah

Interpretations

Our mental brutes

With no charm at all

Oh, isn't that cute?

But I, I got no time for idiots

You, oh, seem to be just fine

Get on, get on, get on

What's the secret ingredient?

Idiot resilience

Oh, where do I get mine?

I, I still got no time for idiots

You, oh, you seem to be just fine

Get on, get on, get on

Get on, get on, get on

Get on, get on, get on (Hey)

Get on, get on, get on (Hey)

Get on, get on, get on (Hey)

Get on, get on, get on (Hey)

Each of which expect respect

But don't respect the cause and effect (Hey)

Each of which expect respect

But don't respect the cause and effect (Hey)