Jack the Idiot Dunce

Who's the fool with the cross-eyed stare?

The turned up nose and moronic glare?

Who's that simpleton standing over there?

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

Who's that dumb-looking freckle-faced runt?

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

He walks like his feet are on back to front

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

When he waddles down the street he looks kind of queer

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

'Cause he's got two left feet and taxi-door ears

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

And when we laugh at the clothes he wears

Jack just smiles, 'cause he don't care

Who's that fool? Who's that ninny?

Who's that twit? Who's that chump?

The Idiot Dunce, the Idiot Dunce

Who is always the bottom of the class?

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

Who's a fool? Who's a boob?

Who's a kook and an ass?

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

When we take examinations, he never gets a pass

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

And we all put him down, 'cause he can't think fast

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

We ridicule him and punch him around

But Jack just laughs and stands his ground

The Idiot Dunce, the Idiot Dunce

Yeah, he's so uncoordinated

Oh, and so disorientated

And when we have a High School Hop

You ought to see that idiot bop

And his arms and his legs

Seem to have minds of their own

And you don't need brains

To have educated muscles and bones

Yeah, you ought to see him dance

He moves like he's in a trance

And when we have a High School Hop

You ought to see that idiot rock

And he's finally proved

That you don't need a high IQ

To make your body move

Now he's created a dance that everybody's trying to do

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

(Do the Idiot Dunce)

All right, put your finger on your nose (Do the Idiot Dunce)

Now cross those eyes (Do the Idiot Dunce)

Put your hands on your hips (Do the Idiot Dunce)

Now wiggle your backside (Do the Idiot Dunce)

Yeah, so now you've got the knack

To do the Idiot Jack

From your head to the tips of your toes

Now the whole world's doing it and everybody knows

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

He's a real cool cat and a real gone groove

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

And the girls go crazy when he starts to move

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

Jack's a success, he's got nothing to prove

Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce

Even though Jack is dim

His mother is so proud of him

“Hey, who's that groovy looking dude dancing with all the chicks?”

The Idiot Dunce, the Idiot Dunce

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