| Lyrics: | 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,
Because 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 'cos 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 'cos 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 unco-ordinated.
Yeah, 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 I.Q.
To make your
body move.
Now hec12 |
