Wouldn’t it be wonderful
To be the id-i-ot vill-age
To stand in the square
Staring at anyone you like
And no one expects anymore of you
You could drool
Scratch your bum
Ask for money
Make bodily noises
Or put your finger up you nose
Once in a while an ignorant child
Might shout something unkind
Or throw rotten food at you
But, since you’re an idiot
You could do anything back
What are they going to do?
Put you in the square
And make you the village idiot?
They already have
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